The Hound, The Imp, and The Cripple // Sandor Clegane

No place i'd rather be

Six blankets, two pairs of socks on her one freezing foot and a fire and kitty was still shivering. Sandor removed his shirt pressing his warm flesh to her cold body. She stopped shaking curling closer to him.

She was pale and freezing when she woke. The maester had her drinking tea and sitting by the fire as he chekd her wound. He prepared a new tonic for her to take. While she waited she took milk of the poppy and tea and stew went back to bed and repeated the process. Warm fluids, pain medication and sleep. Sandor helped burry the dead after every grave he dug he went to check on kitty most of the time she was sleeping soundly. He would tuck the blankets in around her adding wood to the fire before heading back out. They stayed at the maesters workshop for a moon. Before the maester said that kitty was beginning to heal nicely but he was still worried about her catching a cold again. Although kitty assured him she was feeling much better and that she was used to the pain, although her leg was still throbbing with every little move. She refused to get a new leg. She didn't want to provoke the freshly burned and still healing skin. She could use her cane just fine. And considering the fact the majority of their travels after they left the maester would be on horseback for a while she wouldn't have to use her leg anyways.

Sandor was considering staying the maester was a smart man, kind to kitty, kind to them both, letting them stay without ratting them out, letting them stay and feeding them just for simple labor. But a few men came into town asking about the hound and he knew it wasnt safe and he wasnt about to leave kitty here by herself. So he loaded them back up. Preparing to leave again.

'Thank you,' kitty told the maester. 'You have been to kind to us. We can never repay you.'

'Glad i could help my dear.' he told her.

'Come on flower,' sandor said lifting her up onto the horse.

'I gave your hsuband extra blankets and food for your travels, extra milk of the poppy too. Should last you a while.' The maester told her.

'Thank you,' kitty called as sandor slapped the reigns. 'Thank you!'

'Goodbye!' He waved after them. 'Live long and prosper my dear.'

'Looks like youre stuck with me a while longer,' kitty remarked leaning back into sandor as they rode.

'No place id rather be,' he assured kissing thetop of her head she smiled up at him.