catch-all: shess.

[televised]

love me jan

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week seven, saturday.

[televised]

[Running into him in the gardens! North looks just as sad as she did during the trial, for obvious reasons, but she's not the one who had to stab her friend. So.]

... Hey. How are you feeling?

[nonbelligerent]

I'll manage.

[he looks tired, but. well.]

[televised]

I'll assume that's your way of saying you feel like shit.

[someone let shess rest.]

[nonbelligerent]

Right now? I won't deny it.