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[reek]

I’ll not congratulate anyone for the beginnings of this cure.

[ Oh, look, it's that guy who pisses everyone off. The corner of his mouth quirks into a cruel smirk, but his teeth are clenched too tightly and his eyes burn too fiercely for any proper smile. It’s a struggle for him to remain as guarded as he would prefer, and there are cracks in his armor: he’s clearly angry and upset. ]

My sister was among the ill. Was. I have been informed that she has since returned to the pods—still uncured.

[ He tries to keep his tone even and cold, void of emotion, but his voice breaks ever so slightly. He and Asha weren’t close, not like he’s known siblings should be, but it’s a deep cut to be abandoned again, and it hurts to know that one of the few people he felt he could trust in this place is gone. Clearing his throat, he continues.]

Which leads me to the question at hand. What reason do I, or the worried, or any of the ailing, have to trust the maesters here? Healers--whatever name you may know them by. Months, this has gone on, to the point where someone is gone and remains unhealed.

[ He knows better than to critique those who have done nothing but help, but his anger is directionless otherwise, so he chuckles cruelly, and that cheshire smirk widens. ]

They’ve been all but useless.

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[veneries]

[Ramsay ignores the correction.] Come, let's not speak of it. Have you supped?

[reek]

No.

[ And he isn't certain he cares to, but his tone is still colored with irritation. Maybe that's why you're in a bad mood, Theon. You haven't actually eaten all day. ]

[veneries]

Come, we'll go and eat and toast your sister. [Because the odds that either of them can cook is close to zero.

There's a strange inflection when Ramsay says your sister, like he isn't quite managing the cool façade he's presenting elsewhere.]

[reek]

[ With that inflection, he hesitates. He hadn't told Ramsay about Asha, and he wonders now if that was a mistake, but why should it have been? Asha was never truly involved with Winterfell. She arrived with a handful of men, told Theon to abandon it before it was too late, and when he had refused, she had left just as quickly as she had arrived. ]

Why toast to her and she's already left?

[ Abandoned him, yet again. That's why he's truly so wounded and angry with all of this. ]

[veneries]

You'll turn down a chance to drink? Really?

[See? It isn't even about her, it's for Theon. Ramsay, for all the show he's putting on for Claire, is Theon's One True Friend.]

[reek]

I haven't turned down the chance to drink.

[ It isn't wise. He knows it isn't, but he wonders if it's even worth caring. ]

[veneries]

Excellent. I'll meet you shortly. [Because that's all settled now.]

Are you still living in the shacks we've been given and which they dare to call houses? [He doesn't think Theon's going to give him his address, not right now, but it's worth a shot.]

[reek]

I am.

[ And he has no intention to tell Ramsay which one, lest he give away the Starks' locations as well. ]

Am I to assume you've since moved on?

[veneries]

They're hardly fit to live in. Thank the old gods saw fit to send the man supposed to share the quarters with me back to stasis not long after I arrived. [Is that perhaps insensitive? Who cares.]

[reek]

What good fortune.

[ Said in an odd, stiff tone, with an odd expression. Is he implying that Ramsay might have killed Flagg? Maybe. ]

[veneries]

[The expression isn't missed, simply ignored.] Come, the first round is on me, as they say here.

[hashtag learning the local lingo

hashtag improve adapt overcome]

[reek]

[ He's noticed that he's been ignored, thank you, and that doesn't help very much. And--and now you're using new lingo, oh no.

This is his worst nightmare. ]

Which is to say...?

[veneries]

[Oh no, Reek doesn't know the slang yet. Poor child.]

It means I'll buy your first drink for you.

[reek]

[ He knows what a zing is, and he's....he's working on the hashtag. He'll work it out eventually. ]

Fine.

[ Like he's going to turn down a free drink. ]

[veneries]

Wonderful! Where are you staying? I'll see you there.

[reek]

[ You will not, he wants to say, but he knows that will draw suspicion. He doesn't trust the Starks, and he's angry with them for supposedly lying to him, but he still wants to keep them out of this. ]

It is too far out of the way. It would be easiest to meet me at the tavern.