Jaime, [is his brother's reply, but also,] My brother.
[Tyrion looks better these days, despite the scar going up his face. The House colors look good on him, even though he's playing it down today, tunic and belt, no jewelry except the ring on his hand or overwrought cloak to keep off the dungeon chill. There are certainly worse dungeons in Westeros, and even within Casterly Rock. He's afforded Jaime--
--a slightly fuller straw pallet, maybe. He stops at the bars, looking through at his brother. Odd in any number of ways. Normally, he'dve had to look up.] I've been told that you are not eating.
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[Tyrion looks better these days, despite the scar going up his face. The House colors look good on him, even though he's playing it down today, tunic and belt, no jewelry except the ring on his hand or overwrought cloak to keep off the dungeon chill. There are certainly worse dungeons in Westeros, and even within Casterly Rock. He's afforded Jaime--
--a slightly fuller straw pallet, maybe. He stops at the bars, looking through at his brother. Odd in any number of ways. Normally, he'dve had to look up.] I've been told that you are not eating.