Sansa was recovering physically and had started to try and feed herself as well. Her fingers in the right hand did not seem to show as much dexterity as she had hoped . She was determined that she would regain all her agility in those fingers since sewing was one of her most relaxing and rewarding pastimes . Master Luen had suggested some tasks such as writing and plaiting hair to help regain some range of motion . She couldn't plait her own hair because of the stiffness she felt if she reached over her shoulder , she could only practice on others.
Jon had joined her for breakfast and Sansa asked him to bring the comb from her vanity . Jon sweetly asked Sansa if he could help her comb her hair . She nodded and he very gently combed out her hair . No man had ever combed or braided her hair , not even Father . His hands were so large , but he was so careful that Sansa found it endearing .
Sansa: I have a favor to ask of you .
Jon : Name it and it shall be yours .
Sansa :{ smirking} When you put it that way I may ask for more than I was originally intending .{ Jon cocks his eyebrow}
Jon : Go on .
Sansa : May I practice plaiting your hair .
Jon : { Laughing} Is it that long my Lady ?
Sansa: I quite like the length of your hair , but yes it is long enough to plait and I need practice . You have such thick hair I could make little braids in your hair and it would help to retain some agility in my fingers. My maids are sick of me .Please ?
Jon : Yes . { smiling } Is this your way of getting back at me for some childhood tiff that we had?trying to make me look bad?
Sansa : Jon Stark , I'll have you know a few of my handmaidens have asked me to style their hair when they are trying to gain the attention of some young man that strikes their fancy .
Jon : Good to know . Work your magic on me then.
Sansa : You don't need magic. You have more beautiful hair than most of the ladies in the Kingdom . Women would die for such beautiful dark lush curly hair . Your eyelashes are longer than most ladies too Jon .
Jon : { blushing} Thank you, I think .
Sansa : {laughing} You're more beautiful than handsome I fear . Your wife will be jealous of you .
Jon dutifully sits in front of the bed while Sansa combs it and starts making little braids in cornrows all over Jons hair . It takes a while but she feels that the exercise is helping her agility with her fingers. When she is finally done she hands Jon a hand mirror.
Jon: Well , I don't look bad , this will help when I'm in the training yard even the band I put in falls our sometimes . Thank you my Lady.
Sansa: You're welcome , the style does suit you Jon , now everyone can see your features clearly.
Jon: {laughing } Is that a good thing?
Sansa: Yes , it is .
Jon :{ eyebrows moving upwards } If you say so. Let's eat I'm starved.
Sansa and Jon start having their breakfast . She still has a hard time feeding herself but she can do it even though it takes time. After a few bites she feels nauseous. She feels that her food is about to come up . She starts gagging a bit.
Jon : Are you alright?
Sansa : Jon I need to go to the chamberpot .
Before she can move she has vomited all over the bed .
