[ The moment he holds out his hand, it's as if she's pulled in by a magnet. Closing the rest of the space between them, her arms wrap around Jon's neck in a tight hug. Pressing her face into the crook of his neck, she takes a deep breath, then pulls back to hold his face in her hands. Letting her thumbs graze his cheeks, she's more relaxed now than she's felt in days.
Concern does flit across her features at the mention of his sister. ]
How is Sansa?
[ She doubts Jon would be here if anything was wrong, but she feels the need to ask anyway, at the very least to know she's alright. ]
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Concern does flit across her features at the mention of his sister. ]
How is Sansa?
[ She doubts Jon would be here if anything was wrong, but she feels the need to ask anyway, at the very least to know she's alright. ]