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Lyanna wasn't sure how long she had been wandering the dunes of Dorne, it could have been days, or years.
Once you die, it becomes hard to measure such things. Only major changes registered easily, like when the ocean came into view far off on the horizon, or when, later on, there was someone else standing by the water's edge. Especially when it was someone familiar.
"I know you. My brother loved you." she says to the other woman.
"I loved him too, but that isn't always enough. But you probably already know that." Ashara said.
"Do you have any regrets?"
"Yes."
"About what?"
"Too many things to list."
"I understand. Do you happen to know what I should do, or where I should go?"
"No, I'm sorry."
"That's alright. I suppose I'll just end up doing whatever I want, then."
"And what would that be?"
"Go back home, to the North."
"Your brother told me he was going to show me the North one day."
"I could show you, if you like."
She smiles and Lyanna understands why once her brother fell so hard for that face.
"Yes, I suppose I'd like that."