[Recycled. She's unsure of what that means, only perhaps that it's been through a cycle, and then again, but a cycle of what? It's well-formed, whether made from hands or mind or heart or all three. Stowing her snack in a pocket, she takes it with both hands very carefully. Fingertip to little metal nose, she marvels at it a moment.]
You're sure? ...thank you.
[It's a kind gesture, she hadn't expected a gift of any sort - it's lovingly made, so detailed and so representative of what she's lost - what she's trying to find and hasn't yet. She wonders if Daisy had sensed that, or just seen it plainly - it wasn't as if Sansa were hiding her feelings. Another thing that Sansa isn't hiding is the slight glow coming from her chest - at which the little dog trembles and rises. Barely an inch above her hands and turning just a little, faint lines rising along its tiny chest, resembling a collar of sorts - a little spray of ribbons (all metal) attached.]
I...
....how? Are you---
...am I...
[Aaaaaand it drops back into her hand. Still. All glowing ceased.]
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You're sure? ...thank you.
[It's a kind gesture, she hadn't expected a gift of any sort - it's lovingly made, so detailed and so representative of what she's lost - what she's trying to find and hasn't yet. She wonders if Daisy had sensed that, or just seen it plainly - it wasn't as if Sansa were hiding her feelings. Another thing that Sansa isn't hiding is the slight glow coming from her chest - at which the little dog trembles and rises. Barely an inch above her hands and turning just a little, faint lines rising along its tiny chest, resembling a collar of sorts - a little spray of ribbons (all metal) attached.]
I...
....how? Are you---
...am I...
[Aaaaaand it drops back into her hand. Still. All glowing ceased.]