Sansa did shy away, at least initially. It was visible, the way she pulled back, the way she pressed her lips close.
Then she remembered her father, and how he used to say that sometimes there were no choices, not for an honest man. And her mother, sitting and telling her she must look after Arya, that she was needed - and Lady, too, her wolfdog. She wrapped a hand around the necklace she wore. I am a wolf, she told herself, closing her eyes for a moment. I am a wolf, and I will not be afraid.
She was afraid, of course, and couldn't quite keep the quiver out of her voice, but she managed to meet Katniss' eyes again and hold them.
"I don't know how," she said, quietly. "I... my sister is the one who fights, and my brothers. I know how to sew, and draw, and how to make a dress hang right, and what herbs you add to what meals. And how to be pretty and smile and say nice things. I don't know how to kill." She swallowed, then added, all in a rush, "Blood makes me feel faint and I can't run fast enough and I know I'm going to lose, I do, but I want to do it properly if I lose so... so..."
Whatever energy had just rushed through her, it left just as quickly, and she trailed off, biting back treacherous tears she'd thought she'd shed the last of.
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Then she remembered her father, and how he used to say that sometimes there were no choices, not for an honest man. And her mother, sitting and telling her she must look after Arya, that she was needed - and Lady, too, her wolfdog. She wrapped a hand around the necklace she wore. I am a wolf, she told herself, closing her eyes for a moment. I am a wolf, and I will not be afraid.
She was afraid, of course, and couldn't quite keep the quiver out of her voice, but she managed to meet Katniss' eyes again and hold them.
"I don't know how," she said, quietly. "I... my sister is the one who fights, and my brothers. I know how to sew, and draw, and how to make a dress hang right, and what herbs you add to what meals. And how to be pretty and smile and say nice things. I don't know how to kill." She swallowed, then added, all in a rush, "Blood makes me feel faint and I can't run fast enough and I know I'm going to lose, I do, but I want to do it properly if I lose so... so..."
Whatever energy had just rushed through her, it left just as quickly, and she trailed off, biting back treacherous tears she'd thought she'd shed the last of.