[But worrying about the maybes and what ifs has kept her alive this far. Winter is coming. You prepare for the worst of it. She bites her lip, one hand curled absently in Nymeria's fur, and nods after a long pause.]
Maybe the Malnosso won't ever bring them here.
[She doubts that. Luck hasn't ever been her strong suit.]
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Maybe the Malnosso won't ever bring them here.
[She doubts that. Luck hasn't ever been her strong suit.]