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He looks older. And thinner. But his hair is still Lannister blond.
I cannot look at him in the eyes. Not after all this time. I have changed too, warden of the North for king Stannis, I am no longer the weak little girl I was when I met him. But still, I cannot control my breath, my arms, my legs nor my eyes. I can feel those familiar tears rolling on my cheeks. I do not know if I want him to leave or to stay. I feel sick of seeing him. But stay close to me Tyrion Lannister.