[ The good humor evaporates. Rationally, she knows she has nothing to fear. Bran would not take it. It's only a sword.
But it's not and there's a part of her still afraid she will lose it again. No one knew where she had hidden Needle. She had been certain she was alone. How it came to be here worries her more than finding herself here.
Her fingers touch the pommel, but she does not draw it. She glares at him out the corner of her eyes. ]
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But it's not and there's a part of her still afraid she will lose it again. No one knew where she had hidden Needle. She had been certain she was alone. How it came to be here worries her more than finding herself here.
Her fingers touch the pommel, but she does not draw it. She glares at him out the corner of her eyes. ]