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So, I found a wardrobe full of clothes in this room on the second floor. I have no idea how to explain to anyone how to get to it unless the house stops fucking moving, but if it were hypothetically to stay stationary for a hot minute, it's like two doors past the elevator if you're headed away from the smoky stairwell.

Come and get it, bitches. First come, first served and I already called dibs on some shit.

Babes, I saved you a few things, too.

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( Sansa has grown used to the nickname by now and she only sighs inwardly when he calls her babes yet again. She'd do anything to have something other than this horrible dress and if Jared has found something, she will take it. )

If you have things for me, I would very much like to collect them. I will attempt to make my way over now.

I set aside a few things so you could get out of that gross dress. The 1985 senior prom is missing it very much.

There's some leggings, or yoga pants? Or both? I don't know the difference. Jeans, skirts... I just grabbed like a small pile and figured you could pick what you want and leave the rest for whoever. Don't know if any of it will fit right but I guess we as beggars can't be choosers.

[ But these jeans are perfect so he's not going to bitch about his personal stash, that's for sure ]

About damn time I got out of this monkey suit.

Fucking right, though?

I'm used to gowns, Jared. I doubt anything you've found will be what I am used to but I will adapt all the same. Thank you for thinking of me, at least. That's more than some would have done.

( Sansa smiles a bit at the thought of it and then makes her way to the room he'd described, managing to find it without much incident. )

Oh. ...yeah there's nothing like that here, sorry.

[ He looks up at the sound of footsteps, looking a little surprised to see her, even though she's just said she's coming. ]

Hey. Wow, you found it really fast. Must be the house was feeling cooperative and wasn't trying to get you all turned around.

[ There's a short pause as he gestures toward the small pile of folded clothes on the opposite side of the bed from where he's sitting, dressed in a graphic tee and a pair of deeply distressed jeans. ]

...you been okay?

Well enough. I still hate this dress, unfortunately, but it seems you've something to alleviate that problem for me.

( Sansa wishes she had a way to sew something new but she doesn't, so she is just going to have to deal with whatever clothing she can find. Trousers will likely be more practical even if she's never worn them. )

What did you put aside for me?

Yeah, well, I guess that depends on whether you like any of the shit they have here to choose from.

[ He gestures again. ]

Take what you want. I figure I found it, so we get dibs and then whatever's left, whoever wants to come by and pick through it, they can have it.

( There's trousers and a shirt that look not so different from what Jared is wearing and as much as she hates the idea of trousers, Sansa decides it's in her best interest to try them. She holds them up and then looks at Jared expectantly. )

Turn around. I'm a lady, it's not proper to change in front of you.

[ In spite of himself, Jared huffs out a surprised laugh. He holds his hands up defensively, getting to his feet. ]

There's a bathroom, if you wanted to change behind a closed door.

[ He smirks a little, but turns his back on her anyway. ]

But this is fine, too, Babes. You're the boss.

( Sansa casts a look at the bathroom door and then sighs a bit. She doesn't trust doors of late and for good reason. )

Doors haven't been our friends of late, Jared.

( She struggles with the strange trousers and the shirt but she eventually gets them on. She at least still has the strange smallclothes she'd been given with the first gown and she keeps them, not sure if she'll find any more. )

You can turn back around now. I've dressed.

[ Jared's eyebrows shoot up and his expression is drawn thoughtfully as he stares back at the wall. ]

All right, I'll concede that. That's fair. You're not wrong.

[ He turns back to face her and smirks. Jared wonders if she has any idea how hot she is. ]

Damn girl, you clean up nice when you're not stuck in a pink nightmare.

( His words aren't the ones they'd use in Westeros but the tone of them and the way he's looking at her is not lost on her; men are men no matter where they're from. Jared, at least, hasn't done anything untoward and Sansa isn't inclined to distrust him at the moment. He's only admired what she looks like - he hasn't forced himself on her. )

I should probably confess something while we're here alone. I gave a false name at first because I thought I'd been kidnapped because of who I was. I'm Queen Sansa Stark, not Sharra Snow. I've come to the conclusion that whoever is holding us here doesn't seem to care that I'm Queen in the North.

[ That confession takes him a little by surprise. Not because she lied about her name, because if he were a woman in a situation like this, he'd have done the same damn thing to protect himself. Why would she want to share her actual identity with a stranger who might or might not have had something to do with her presence here, after all?

The surprise comes from the title. It explains the fact that she's so cool and collected even when he'd been panicking. It explains how come she appears to be at ease with being in charge and calling the shots.

A better man would probably be humbled. Jared isn't that great a guy. ]

I ain't mad at'cha. I'd've done the same thing, probably. Fun fact: Sansa rolls off the tongue a little nicer than Sharra, if you ask me.

I confess, I picked something I could remember so I went with something that started with the same letter. You were so kind to me before that I felt I owed you the truth. I could have maintained the lie, naturally, but it would have been unfair.

( Jared could have abandoned her, after all, and he hadn't. Sansa doesn't forget a kindness. )

We have a saying where I'm from - The North Remembers. You were kind to me when you didn't have to be. I acknowledge that.

Is that sentiment on the record? My parents would never believe you.

[ Which, now that he's said it out loud, is actually kind of sad. The realization draws down his smirk into something a little more neutral. ]

Well, thanks for telling me your real name. I like it, it's nice.

I'm rather fond of it myself. There was a time where it was too dangerous for me to use my true name and now that I can use it again, I never want to go without it.

( Sansa moves to sit beside him, feeling a bit awkward without the armor of her usual gowns. )

I've never worn breeches before, Jared. Not even once. My sister wears them all the time - she dresses in leathers like a man. But I'm a queen. I've never dressed this way.

[ That's so weird to think about, the idea that she had to hide her identity even back home. He wouldn't want to have to live like that and it's hard to wrap his mind around the idea that she might not have had a choice.

Then, she says that and he looks over at her when she sits beside him. ]

Jeans.

[ He grins a little bit and looks down, finally actually humbled, somehow, by this part of the conversation. He's okay with being a smart ass but having to explain clothes to a queen, well. If that doesn't humble a dude, he's not sure what would. ]

They're called jeans. The breeches, I mean. Or denim, that's the material they're made out of, anyway. Does it feel better or worse than the gowns?

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Practical. They feel more practical than gowns but I feel more exposed. You can see everything when I'm wearing these and you don't see...all of that in a gown. Not the gowns I make, anyway.

( It's also strange to wear something she's not made by her own hand. Sansa hasn't worn clothes she hasn't made herself since she was fourteen. )

Do women dress like this where you come from?

I need pants desperately.

[ He doesn't mean to laugh, but it happens anyway. ]

Oh, you sweet summer child. This?

[ Jared gestures to her outfit with one hand, grinning slightly. ]

This is a really conservative outfit. Wait until you try on the leggings if you think you can see everything in what you've got on right now.

But yeah. Women dress like this and in less where I come from. You should see the swimsuits, holy shit.

Well, today is your lucky day. I've got some jeans, some leggings, or yoga pants? Or both, I don't fucking know what the difference is, honestly. I think there might even be some overalls if you're feelin' farmer chic.

Jeans. Definitely jeans. Any kind of t-shirt if it's there. I am on the way to find you.

Yeah, there's tshirts, hoodies, tank tops. There are a plethora of tops and shirts. Less on the pants, skirts, shorts, and whatnot. Whoever used to say in this room apparently wasn't a big fan of wearing pants around the house. I can't say I blame them, to be honest, but that's neither here nor there.

Are you Sara? I know there's a shitload of us, but I haven't put faces to all the names I saw earlier.

Sounds like a good pile to raid.

No, I'm Kate. Who are you?

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