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Shae has known that magic is fragile, and limited in this world.
In Essos, magic does live, and it is something to fear. But it is not plentiful.
This.
This is proof that all she had thought was a lie. Magic is plentiful, and it is alive in the girl she had chosen as her friend. The first in a long time. She holds the burned, sobbing girl to her chest. The Princess was clinging to her, wailing as if it would save her from the monster her mother had become. The Red Priest was thrown from the tent, from the sheer amount of wolves and mouths. Somewhere, screaming, the woman who gave birth to Shrieen is calling for the daughter she attempted to kill.
Sansa.
Sansa holds a wolf pup in her arms.
Her eyes are a vivid gold, only the very center of them seem to hold the brilliant blue that had made Shae soften when she first saw her. The burns on her skin seemed to have slid off her skin when the wolf had brought forth the water.
“Shae,” her voice is still soft, still the sweetness of her friend.
Yet Shae hears a weight to it, something Other in her friend.
“Shae we don’t have much time. We must do as we have before, my friend. Shireen, do wish to stay here?”
“P-please d-don’t abandon me!” shrieks the hysterical child.
“I will not. Shae?”
She extends a hand.
Shae knows taking it will set her that much closer to the magic she so fucking fears.
Sansa.
The choice is easy. It has been since she realized that Tyrion would fuck the girl even if she was a prisoner, even though he claimed to be in love with Shae.
Even if she is terrified of magic, of the gods-
Shae takes Sansa’s hand.