[She's stunned into open mouthed silence for a long moment after, staring at the dog's newly formed adornments, ones that remind her of one she'd made for Lady long, long ago. The sadness comes but it's eclipsed by the possibility - the very real possibility - that she's just uncovered her own ability. What else could it have been? She looks to Daisy - glowless - and replays it in her mind. If Daisy had not been doing this then...
...she had.]
Me?
[Daisy's smile just tips her over the edge and she's mirroring it right back now, cheeks flushing as she realizes she's done it. But no, not on her own.]
Really? Well. It was you, too. Your help. Your kindness in...
[Well, it was a gift of a dog - something Sansa attaches a fair measure of symbolic meaning to.]
Yes. Practice. H-how did you start? It should be something small, yes? I still can't believe it finally happened. I'm glad the secret to coaxing it out of hiding wasn't stress.
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...she had.]
Me?
[Daisy's smile just tips her over the edge and she's mirroring it right back now, cheeks flushing as she realizes she's done it. But no, not on her own.]
Really? Well. It was you, too. Your help. Your kindness in...
[Well, it was a gift of a dog - something Sansa attaches a fair measure of symbolic meaning to.]
Yes. Practice. H-how did you start? It should be something small, yes? I still can't believe it finally happened. I'm glad the secret to coaxing it out of hiding wasn't stress.