~Elena~
"You can do this. You have to do this." I chanted as I paced in front of Sansa's door, trying to calm my erratically beating heart. My palms were sweating, and my mouth was dry, but I knew I had to be the one to tell her. Open the door and tell her. I demanded myself before I pushed open her door with a creak of hinges.
"Elena? I was starting to worry? Did you find out anything? Do you know what's happening?" Sansa asked as she jumped up and rushed to meet me, words flying from her lips as fast as she could think them.
"Come sit with me." I instructed as I walked her over to her widow seat, hoping the air flowing through the open window would help, though I knew it wouldn't. She sat next to me, hands folded in her lap.
"I need to tell you something. I need to but my mouth won't form the words." I explained as I tried to force the news from my tongue.
"You can tell me anything Elena. Please, don't leave me in the dark." Tears burned in my eyes as I took her hands in mine.
"It's about your brother, and his traveling party." Time seemed to stop as the realization of what I was about to tell her sank in.
"What about them?" She whispered. I wanted to take a step back in time. Take back the words and pretend I didn't know about the Starks.
"He's gone to the other place where humans can walk with the gods. Your mother followed." Tears trickled down her cheeks as she stared at me, her brain trying to absorb what I was telling her.
"My... My brother and mother... They're dead?" She questioned, though her voice was detached. In a few seconds, the storm will let loose within her.
"Yes my lady." She collapsed without warning, silent tears streaming down her face as I sank to sit next to her gathering up the hysterical girl, holding her tightly.
"This can't be. They can't be dead. Please. Please tell me it isn't true." She cried as I rocked her gently. I kept the part about the Lannister's involvement out of it. She had just been married into the family. The last thing I needed was for her to do something drastic out of revenge or anguish.
"I felt I needed to be the one to tell you. I'm so very sorry." She continued to hold me and sob, for hours it seemed, before those hysterical sobs turned to watery sniffles.
"I'd like to be alone for a while please." She whispered softly as she stood and walked back to sit in the window.
"Sansa I-"
"Please Elena. Just for a little while." I nodded, worrying about her even as I backed out of the door.