[She had always been the stronger of the two of them. So much of his life had been enduring his pain and melancholy, shouldering the fate of the world and prophecy, that he felt so exhausted by the time he met Lyanna. She was refreshing. While she wasn't soft and gentle like Elia, she had her own sort of soothing response. Maybe that abrasiveness and strength was what he needed? Someone who could help remind him how to be strong, but also someone capable of helping to carry the burden? He'd been careful not to put too much on her, given what she was suffering by the time they were alone together.
It might be different now.
He smiled, a little tired, but glad to see her smile. He took her head, following up and behind her, setting his arms around her waist so that she could handle the reins.]
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It might be different now.
He smiled, a little tired, but glad to see her smile. He took her head, following up and behind her, setting his arms around her waist so that she could handle the reins.]
It seems you've settled in then.