~Elena~
Sansa was starving herself. She'd refused to eat yesterday, and now here she was again, refusing food that the hungry would kill for.
"You need to eat something." I declared as she continued to sit in sullen silence. I tried to be understanding. The death of her brother and mother had beaten her down, but if she dies that means I failed her, and that was not something I planned on doing.
"Pigeon pie?" I offered as I tried to ignore the maid who'd come with the food and forgotten to leave. No doubt she was extra security should I get any ideas. The only thing I didn't know was who sent her.
"No thank-you." Sansa's voice was monotone, her eyes still red and swollen from to many spent tears.
"Lemon cakes?" I tried instead, hoping she would at least take a bite of her favorite cake.
"No thank-you." My hand gripped the tray tightly, forcing me to set it down before I dropped the tiny cakes all over the stone floor.
"I thought you loved lemon cakes." Tyrion's form filled my vision as he approached, a small smile pulling at his lips. This is on the Lannisters. They did this to her.
"She needs to eat something." I snapped as he tried not to look at me.
"My lady, you do need to eat." He agreed as Sansa refused to meet his eyes.
"I don't want to eat." She answered softly.
"If I may have a moment alone with my wife." Tyrion spoke, finally looking at me. The extra maid left without a sound, but I was reluctant. His look begged for obedience.
"I'll not go far my lady. You need only shout if you need me." I spoke softly. "And you. She needs to eat." I walked away then, knowing if I stayed I would do something regrettable and that would not have been fair to Sansa.
"What now?" I asked a loud. I don't know what I expected. Maybe some divine answer, but I only received silence.
I sat, staring up at the sky for an eternity it seemed, but was probably only minutes, before I heard Sansa's gentle sniffles and racing footsteps on the cobbled path. Tear stained cheeks were paired with puffy red eyes as her mouth formed a tight line. What did he do? I thought darkly as I pushed myself up, running to catch up with her.
"Sansa, please slow down. Talk to me." I called as I reached out for her hand.
"I'm going to the godswood." She snapped as she snatched her hand from mine. I paused, wondering what had gotten into her.
"I can come with you if you'd like." I tried as I walked with quick strides to catch up with her again. She paused, turning to look at me with cold eyes.
"I'd rather you didn't." I bit my bottom lip to keep from speaking as she turned and stormed away again. She's still just a child. I reminded myself as my brain wondered what happened while I was gone. Only one way to get answers.