@skaggos ― hands. for your muse to take a hold of my muse’s hand.
looking back, sansa doesn't think she had been particularly nurturing as a child. ( not that she'd had to be, with both their mother and father around. it was not meant to be her responsibility. ) now, however, there is a deep - ridden instinct that has her reaching for rickon's hand and calmly cradling it in her own, turning it so that she may look upon his scraped palm, and the crook of a gentle smile at the corner of her mouth. at least he doesn't flinch away from her, now. but she is still careful with him.
❝ i suppose telling you to be careful won't dissuade you very much, will it? ❞ he has dealt with far worse injuries, they both know. and that has never stopped him from running wild as he does. there is a show of an exasperated sigh as she reaches for a cloth and wets it in the basin of warm water to clean the gravel from his hand. ❝ at least try and keep yourself intact for the trip to skagos. ❞
skagos. rickon's brief safe haven and where she had promised to reunite him with shaggydog. she knows as well as any of her siblings that being separated from their direwolf is a rare form of agony.