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[brosif]

[The orb comes up, and Sif is surrounded by a small but dedicated throng of villagers. All of whom are waving pieces of paper about. Her hair is disheveled, and as she brings a hand up to tug on her necklace there is a very audible crack as her elbow connects with the nose of a young maiden. It is accidental, but satisfying.]

What in all the worlds has gotten into the townspeople, this day? My autograph has been requested more times this morning than in the past month.

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[isinganyway]

Their words are Fire and Blood.

[ Her hands might tremor then, if Sansa were the type to give such tells. She sets knife and fork down anyway. ]

She must not know.

[brosif]

Then she will not know.

[Said firmly. Sif is the only one besides Sansa with any idea of the girl's origins. She is a poor liar where Loki or Thor are concerned, but the Targaryen girl could never know Sif like they do. This will be a far easier secret to keep.]

In the event that things change, come to me. A dragon is nothing to a god.

[isinganyway]

Please don't hurt her. [ The words burst from Sansa, adamant. Daenerys frightens her, but Daenerys also seems kind. That could be a lie - Cersei had been kind to Sansa at first, and Margaery too - but she hopes not.

All Sansa wants is an assurance of safety, and she trusts Sif enough to ask for it. ]

I just don't want her to know.