(He will be given a broad, toothy grin for his efforts and Lyanna will nudge the feathers, helping in her own way. Sansa lays out her cloak and shifts the feathers onto it. She tucks her hair behind her ears so that her vision isn't obscured.)
I think, between us, we can manage it. Thank you for assisting me, ...? I'm sorry, I haven't heard your name?
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I think, between us, we can manage it. Thank you for assisting me, ...? I'm sorry, I haven't heard your name?
I'm Sansa.