[Tyrion is no sadist. It brings him no pleasure to see the way her face changes, and he had noticed. He has eyes. It was as obvious as coming out into the garden for the sun to find itself tracked over by a muddy cloud or a bird whap off the palace windows and land on the flagstones. Sansa cooling is like a small shadow, or the life going out of a little thing that no one else is overmuch concerned by.
Lord Tyrion doesn't think himself overmuch concerned, but he knows his standards are a bit odd for his family. He dismisses Bronn with a gesture and a smile, which he maintains as he comes upon her.] Lady Sansa. You look well.
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Lord Tyrion doesn't think himself overmuch concerned, but he knows his standards are a bit odd for his family. He dismisses Bronn with a gesture and a smile, which he maintains as he comes upon her.] Lady Sansa. You look well.