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[A rather grimy and not very impressed Tyrion Lannister appears on the screen, wiping grease from his face and hands.]

Right, well, I just figured out where I am -- I suppose I should be grateful I spent so much time on the Twin Roses. ... anyways. I've got the temperature regulated and as you can see, we have lights. If anyone else has anything else to contribute - namely food or coffee? I would gladly take both.

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[A smile slipped across his face and tugged at the scar remaining.]

Are you having trouble, lady wife? I can walk you through the repairs, as needed.

I believe there may be others more suited than me for repairing a ship. I'm much better at mending a cloak, husband. Besides, I actually seem to know everything about every plant in that greenhouse - I find that to be a useful skill on its own.

( Hearing Tyrion's voice, Lady noses her way into the frame. She pants a bit in a facsimile of a direwolf's smile. )

It seems Lady is also glad to see you, Tyrion. Do say hello before she pushes me out of the way entirely.

Well, then I hope you are doing your best in that regard. I assume many of us are going to have trouble with our clothing.

[His smile spread across his face, as he reached towards the screen.]

Hello beautiful girl!

( Lady yips playfully at the screen, happy to see Tyrion, and whines a bit when she realizes he's just on a screen and she cannot actually get the pets she so desperately wants. Sansa scritches her behind her ears. )

I apparently don't find the right spots to pet. She's been whining since she's been stuck here.

[Tyrion made a sad expression for both of them, pouting a little.]

Try under her chin, she likes that. Oh, but I do miss my girls .. are you both quite well?

( Sansa shifts a bit and scratches Lady under the chin the way that Tyrion says she likes. Lady licks her hand happily and then settles down a bit so Sansa can lazily pet her while she talks to Tyrion. )

I am very well other than missing you. I really, really am tired of being away from you, Tyrion. I'm so tired of it.

[Tyrion exhaled with his own sorrowful look.]

I am as well, my darling, but it's only until this clock rolls back.

I know. I just...we can be together here in a way that Westeros makes much more difficult. We have to think of our families there, our other alliances. Here we only have to ally with one another in our marriage.

( It's telling without telling, Sansa thinks. She doesn't want Tyrion to know that their dream won't ever come true and that he'll never live with her at Winterfell. He can live with her here on this planet, instead, and they will have one another so long as they're here. )

That is quite true ... and I am not sure how those alliances will affect us in the future ... there. However, since I have no plans on going back, then I suppose whatever plans we have will have to factor in this planet.

[He had meant to escape with Kitty and Winn, so long ago. Now he supposed he would have to find a way home for everyone else except for himself.]

You don't want to go back? But what of your duties to the Dragon Queen?

( Sansa tries not to sound hopeful. She doesn't want him to think she intends to shirk duty entirely but knowing that no time passed for her back home after she spent a year in the Fleet makes her hopeful that being here won't result in her absence back at Winterfell. )

You would choose me and this life over being her Hand?

I have not pledged my fealty to her yet - and as it stands I dare say she would benefit more from me being here than me sitting on the train of her dress.

[Tyrion answered calmly.]

I would absolutely chose a life with you, though, than a thousand chances to be Hand.

( The North needs a Stark and a Queen, especially after being so ravaged by war, but Sansa wants to choose this for herself instead of choosing for her house or her legacy. She's made so few choices for just her that she wants to have this with Tyrion even if it's just a maiden's fantasy. )

I choose this life, too. I choose being your wife over being Queen in the North.

... well that is a high compliment. It might also get me assassinated by your brother Jon, but that's neither here nor there.

[He sighs as he leans his forehead against the screen.]

So we chose one another, once again. We have a habit of this, my love. I do wish I would have to stop choosing you and just have you.

( Sansa presses a kiss to her fingers and presses her fingers to the screen, trying to pass it through as if Tyrion could actually feel a kiss that way. She feels as if half this relationship has been she and Tyrion apart from one another and it's stressful. )

Perhaps the Agrii aren't as cruel as the Atroma and will let us free soon enough. I must have hope in this and hope that we won't be separated permanently.

I am going to have to hope so - otherwise the Agrii and I are going to have just as many battles to fight as myself and the Atroma.

[He sighed deeply, lifting his head.]

I wish I could remember those last few days from the ships. Perhaps there would be some answer to how we are here now.

I wish I could remember them, if only because then I could help you. As it is, we will have to push on and see what we can learn about this place and see if it triggers the memories of those last days in the Fleet.

( Sansa sighs a bit, saddened that she cannot hug Tyrion or kiss him for the time being. She wants to have him in her bed at night and for now, she's all alone. )

If we could be in the same room right now, what would you do?

You are right, my darling.

[He sighed himself, before he shook his head.]

You know very well what I would be doing - you are not pulling me into this game.

( Sansa laughs softly and, to her credit, only colors a little bit. It's difficult not to think of laying with one another now that she's gotten used to having done it and she had only had a few sweet days with Tyrion before she was without him for the better part of two years. )

I haven't lain with you in two years, Tyrion. Time is strange between these two places.

Two ... two years?

[He stared at her for a long moment, his mis-matched eyes going wide. He swallowed, thinking of all that must have happened back home in that time.] Two years.

Two years. I feared seeming mad if I mentioned this life so I never said anything. I tried to be subtle about it but you never demonstrated any understanding and, well, from what we've talked about here it seems I'm from your future. It's been a very long time for me but the North needed a Queen, not love-addled Sansa Stark. I did what was needful.

( It hurts, though, having to have mourned her relationship with Tyrion in conjunction with fearing for their lives. She should have been happy to see the North unbent and unbroken but instead she'd felt a bit hollow, having had a taste of this life instead. Now it seems she's come back. )

Two years ... and they have not gotten you to remarry? I must say, your own Hand must be sadly lacking in that case, darling wife. Think of the alliances the Queen of the North could make simply by having a patsy consort.

[He exhaled, rubbing his face.]

Our freedom cannot come soon enough.

( Sansa freezes for a moment, stricken. The idea of being forced to remarry anyone after her harrowing marriage to Ramsay is enough to rattle her to the core and it takes her a moment to recover, inhaling sharply. )

Who would make me remarry, knowing what Ramsay did to me? The Lords of the North saw my bruises and did nothing. They were complicit and now that I am their queen they are guilty. None of them would force me to the altar.

Hm, then they are smarter than I gave them credit for.

[Tyrion looks thoughtful, before his lips twitch upwards.] I suppose I could make myself useless to other people and sneak off to you, one way or another. I am sure you could use a Hand more than a husband, any day of the week.

I don't...I would rather have a husband.

( Sansa feels as if she's twelve again and trying to lie in front of the entirety of court and knowing they can all see through her. She trembles a bit and bites her lip. )

I would rather have you just as you are, Tyrion. I don't want a Hand, I want a husband. I want you.

... well. Then we are going to be together as man and wife. As we both prefer.

[He pressed another kiss to the screen, trying for a comforting smile.]

Which we will be very, very soon. I swear it.

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