[sansa considers this. all sleepers come in through the pthumerian ocean; the moss king only managed to steal them before they came on land properly. perhaps she means that she wasn't in the ocean on her own world? slowly:]
It wouldn't have been like swimming. It would have been like when you were in the barrel. You would have been in a fish shape. When we come here from our old worlds, we have to go through the Pthumerian Ocean. Our souls come here in the shape of a fish, [sansa will NOT identify as a squid, because that is the sigil of the house that attacked the north. it does make things difficult sometimes.] and then when we come onto land we take the shape we think we should be. Only we've changed, a little, and we have new magic to do with the kind of blood we get. I'm a Paleblood, so my magic is to do with the mind and dreams. You're a Vileblood, so your magic is to do with bodies and healing.
[most people might lead with poisonous and corrosive blood, but sansa doesn't want to startle her, and besides which, it's true. sansa mislikes the popular bias against vilebloods.
she frowns at the bite-scratching out of habit, but it's not supposed to be possible for sleeper wounds to get infected.]
You could learn to heal bite wounds like you have. You might try it now, if you would take a few deep breaths, and imagine your skin growing together.
[sansa hopes that by repeating relevant information some of it might sink in...at the very least it will give her something to focus on in all the chaos.]
There should be a robe inside your bag, but I have hose and other things you can wear, if you like.
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It wouldn't have been like swimming. It would have been like when you were in the barrel. You would have been in a fish shape. When we come here from our old worlds, we have to go through the Pthumerian Ocean. Our souls come here in the shape of a fish, [sansa will NOT identify as a squid, because that is the sigil of the house that attacked the north. it does make things difficult sometimes.] and then when we come onto land we take the shape we think we should be. Only we've changed, a little, and we have new magic to do with the kind of blood we get. I'm a Paleblood, so my magic is to do with the mind and dreams. You're a Vileblood, so your magic is to do with bodies and healing.
[most people might lead with poisonous and corrosive blood, but sansa doesn't want to startle her, and besides which, it's true. sansa mislikes the popular bias against vilebloods.
she frowns at the bite-scratching out of habit, but it's not supposed to be possible for sleeper wounds to get infected.]
You could learn to heal bite wounds like you have. You might try it now, if you would take a few deep breaths, and imagine your skin growing together.
[sansa hopes that by repeating relevant information some of it might sink in...at the very least it will give her something to focus on in all the chaos.]
There should be a robe inside your bag, but I have hose and other things you can wear, if you like.