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Sansa half-laughed at the puppy's barking, then twisted her needle and thread together and stuck it through the cloth to free her hands. "If you like, I can mend it. It would stop letting the wind in, at least, though I can't promise it won't look like a massive tear got stitched up." Most of her sewing was decorative, because she liked it, but Sansa could mend and do other practical sewing as well as anyone.