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[lastchanceforhonor]

It had been a very... confusing few days. When the others had been walking past the lamppost - when they'd been doing their tasks and freeing the prince, Sansa had been sitting back in the camp, talking quietly to the animals, a three-week old wolf pup in her lap. It's mother had died, she had been told by the Dryad who was sitting beside her, that it had run into a bear that had not been a talking animal; and she had been wounded, and with her dying strength had given birth to a litter of pups, and the wolf in Sansa's lap was the only one that had survived. It was too young to speak past tiny, high-pitched squeaks, and even as Sansa had spoken of being able to help, that when they went back to Cair Paravel, she had taken care of Lady since she had been a pup, so she could teach someone--

She blinked, and between one word and the next she went from sitting on the grass under a tree older than she could imagine to sitting on the cold, metal floor of the station. It took a moment for her to realise that, yes, she did still have the wolf in her lap - and, with that, Sansa's life changed. It took her until today to name him - and yes, it was a him, and over the last week and a half they barely left Sansa's quarters, for she was training him, and caring for him-- his whines would wake her up in the night, and she knew that he must miss Narnia just as much as she missed Winterfell.

Today was the first day that they were going to go for a walk - to see how he'd do, before he got so big that Sansa would have problems keeping up with him. "Come on, Star." She tested the name on her tongue, and it sounded right, and it made him perk his ears up. She thought he understood her, perhaps, because when she said Stay close to me he did, even without a lead to tie him to her. "This is your home now - I promise, I won't let anything happen to you."

She was busy watching him, not realising until he stopped and she looked up that someone else was coming down the hall. "It's alright! There's other people here." She crouched by the wolf, her fingers stroking his short fur as she glanced back up. "I'm sorry, he's not really seen anybody else here before."

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[lastchanceforhonor]

She nodded, and then bit her lips together. "Tyrion told me that you spoke to him," she said, pushing herself up to her feet. "Thank you." She is considerably calmer than the last time she'd spoke of it, and oddly seemed older as well. The scar on her hand had healed; it was far from smooth, the edges puckered and angry, the length of it still red, but it was closed. "And I did not mean to offend, I just know that no one is able to be trusted completely, and needed to make my stance clear on the matter. I appreciate your offer for him, Klaus."

[wholeworldoutthere]

"Has he troubled you since?" Klaus asks, simply, rather than mention the boyscout. He's quite confident that he made his message clear before his appearance, and he is going to be wary of the man, now.

[lastchanceforhonor]

Sansa hesitated, and then her brows furrowed. "He bothers me by his very presence, but there is nothing I can do to help that, what with the station's defenses. He has not touched me." She sighed, nodding once. "So I do appreciate you speaking to him for me."

[wholeworldoutthere]

"He should've got the message," Klaus confirms with a nod, and she can figure out for herself whether that's his way of accepting her not-quite-thanks. And he had not apparently told Sansa about Klaus being what he was; that had been a risk. He crouched back down to give Star a parting nudge of his hand. "Like I said, if anything's the matter with him, come to me."