Sansa had little difficulty with the grotesque, these days. Poor Ser Dontos had been slightly grotesque, the Hound had been more so, and her own lord husband more than both combined. All three had been kind to her (in interestingly equal to their grotesquerie), so she had learned to ignore it.
So there was no visible reaction to her parents' altered state, though it was borne in upon her again that they were dead in truth even if not in animation. She curtsied. "I am very sorry that it has taken me so long. I have no excuse." None, that was, apart from simply not wishing to deal with the trouble.
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Date: 2008-01-27 05:27 am (UTC)So there was no visible reaction to her parents' altered state, though it was borne in upon her again that they were dead in truth even if not in animation. She curtsied. "I am very sorry that it has taken me so long. I have no excuse." None, that was, apart from simply not wishing to deal with the trouble.