[ Sansa handles it all with her typical slightly rigid politeness, all small smiles, basic conversation, and polite nods. They're all so new- Armin's friends, and she is desperate not to make a foolish mistake, half-terrified of making a poor impression.
The door closes, and she's amazed by the instant privacy and quiet. They have never been truly alone- not since Brooklyn. Even at times when it seemed like they were alone, their heads were filled with the voices of other Travelers.
Now they're alone, and Sansa visibly relaxes, embracing Armin once more.]
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The door closes, and she's amazed by the instant privacy and quiet. They have never been truly alone- not since Brooklyn. Even at times when it seemed like they were alone, their heads were filled with the voices of other Travelers.
Now they're alone, and Sansa visibly relaxes, embracing Armin once more.]