[He's surprised to see the sudden bolt of anger in her. Despite her earlier implications about her father's dark nature and intentions, it seemed that there was still some sense of protectiveness for her family that he didn't imagine he'd see.]
Who cared for the inn? How often did you have to bring coin in his stead? [His voice is gentle, trying to explain his thoughts, but he's walking onto a battlefield and he doesn't have the energy to argue over such things.] I hope she does remember you.
[But he doubted she did. The sad truth was, there were a number of girls like Eponine, even in Westeros that lived and died and none heard of. It was unsettling to learn of it now, when he couldn't do much for them. He only could try his own form of comfort for her and keep her in his mind.]
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Who cared for the inn? How often did you have to bring coin in his stead? [His voice is gentle, trying to explain his thoughts, but he's walking onto a battlefield and he doesn't have the energy to argue over such things.] I hope she does remember you.
[But he doubted she did. The sad truth was, there were a number of girls like Eponine, even in Westeros that lived and died and none heard of. It was unsettling to learn of it now, when he couldn't do much for them. He only could try his own form of comfort for her and keep her in his mind.]
We do.