Jenny stood behind Sansa, gently combing her cascade of auburn hair with her fingertips as she replied, "Yes, Lord Tully is waiting for you in the study."
Seeing Sansa seemingly about to turn, she signaled for her not to move and continued working as she said, "Don't rush, dear. My lord is still having dinner."
Her great-uncle was working far too hard. Every day, he had to leave the city to train the five thousand newly recruited Tully soldiers.
She had been negligent as well. She should have arranged for someone to specifically look after her great-uncle long ago.
"Jenny, Great-Uncle cares so little for his health. I want to..."
Standing atop a Myr rug, Sansa lightly raised her right leg. The kneeling maidservant Rodan immediately supported her ankle, while her other hand picked up a warm towel that had been heated beside the brazier.
Maidservant Rodan was exceedingly meticulous. She dried each of Sansa's pearl-like toes one by one before carefully slipping a soft deerskin shoe onto her foot.
Sansa raised her other foot, her blue eyes turning toward Jenny, who had leaned closer. "...Go serve Great-Uncle for a while in my place, especially make sure he eats on time."
Jenny shrugged and said weakly, "As you command, my Lady Stark."
Below, maidservant Rodan was putting the other shoe on Sansa, but her fingers paused almost imperceptibly before resuming their steady movements.
Sansa let out a soft laugh. "Then I'll leave it to you, my dear Miss Jenny."
Jenny's shoulders slumped, and she muttered quietly, "Fine, but you have to tell Lord Tully beforehand. I'm a little scared of him."
"My great-uncle is so kind."
"Oh, only you would think that..."
Amid their laughter, maidservant Rodan took up the red-and-blue-striped cloak of House Tully and gently draped it over