He saw Sansa crying herself to sleep at night, and he saw Arya watching in silence and holding her secrets hard in her heart. The lords looked at her, but it was Robb's eyes she felt, his and his alone. Tyrion put down the candle, took her hand in his, and pulled her gently to him. The matter nagged at him.
Four someones, if truth be told. He was an older man, past forty and balding, but still strong and fit. Sansa lifted her head. He took her brother's horse in hand while Dany remounted her silver.
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