Chapter 17 Chapter Sixteen Sansa

At breakfast, Septa Mordane told Sansa that Lord Eddard Stark had left the camp before dawn. "The king asked for him. I think he must be out hunting again. I heard there are bison around here." "I've never seen a buffalo." Sansa fed a piece of bacon to the lady under the table, and the direwolf took it from her hand with the grace of a queen. Septa Mordane snorted disapprovingly. "A good lady doesn't feed the dogs at dinner." She broke off a honeycomb and let the honey drip onto the bread. "She's not a dog, she's a direwolf," Sansa corrected.The lady stuck out her rough tongue and licked her fingers. "Anyway, my lord father said that the little wolf can accompany us."

The nun looked unconvinced. "Sansa, you're a good girl, but you're as stubborn as your sister Arya when it comes to that wild thing." She frowned. Where did it go?" "She's not hungry," Sansa said.She knew very well that Arya had probably slipped into the kitchen long ago, trying to negotiate a good breakfast with some kitchen boy. "Need to remind her to dress decently today. That gray velvet dress is fine. The Queen and Princess Myrcella invited us to ride the Wheel Palace together, and we must show our best self." Sansa couldn't have been better.She combed her long chestnut hair to shine and put on her best blue velvet gown.In the past week or so, she has been looking forward to today's arrival every day.It was a great honor to be in the queen's company, and Joffrey might be there too.That's her fiancé.Though they would not marry for many years, she always felt a strange throbbing at the thought of him.Calculating that Sansa doesn't know Joffrey at all, but she has fallen in love with him.He was everything she'd ever imagined a prince charming would be, tall and handsome and strong and with beautiful blond hair.She treasured every opportunity she had with him, but those moments were few and far between.The only thing she worried about today was Arya.Arya has a knack for screwing up everything, and you never know what she's going to mess up next. "I'll tell her," she said uncertainly, "but it's her business how she likes to dress." She can only hope it doesn't go too far. "Can I take my leave first?"

"You go." Septa Mordane took another pile of bread and honey, and Sansa slid off the bench and ran out of the inn lobby, the lady following close behind. Outside the door, people are busy dismantling large and small tents, loading things into carriages, and preparing for a new day's journey.She stood for a moment amidst the yelling and the creaking of wooden wheels.It was a large, three-story white stone building, and Sansa had never seen a hotel bigger than this.Even so, it can only accommodate less than one-third of the king's men.With her father's entourage and freeriders joining along the way, the king's party numbered more than four hundred.

She found her sister on the banks of the Trident.Arya was holding down Nymeria, trying to brush the dry, caked mud off her body, but it was clear that the pup didn't appreciate it.Arya was wearing yesterday's leather horse suit, which she had worn the day before. "I think you'd better change into something decent," Sansa told her. "That's what Septa Mordane said. Today we're riding in the queen's wheelhouse with Princess Myrcella." "I'm not going," Arya said, trying to straighten a tangled lock of Nymeria's fur. "Mycah and I are going to ride to the shallows up the river to find rubies."

"Ruby," Sansa wondered, "what ruby?" Arya gave her a blank look, as if taking her for a fool. "Rhaegar's ruby, of course. That's where King Robert killed him and took the throne." Sansa looked at her scrawny little sister in disbelief. "You are not allowed to find any rubies. The princess is waiting for us. The queen invited us two." "I don't care," said Arya. "There isn't even a window in the wheelhouse, and nothing can be seen." "What's there to see out there?" Sansa said displeased.She was looking forward to this invitation, but her stupid sister was going to screw everything up, just as she had feared. "Just fields and farms and villages."

"Not really," Arya said stubbornly. "You'll find out when you come with us someday." "I hate riding a horse," Sansa said excitedly. "It's just muddy and numb." Arya shrugged. "Don't move," she reprimanded Nymeria. "I won't hurt you." Then she turned to Sansa and said, "No, I found thirty-six kinds of flowers that I had never seen before when I crossed the Neck, and Mykay showed me one. What about lizards?" Sansa shuddered.It took them twelve days to cross the Neck, along winding causeways and slowly through seemingly endless black mud.For this journey, she hated it from the beginning to the end.The air there was damp and sticky, and the causeway was too narrow to camp at night, so we had to stay on the King's Road.The dense bushes soaked in the rotting swamp for many years approached them step by step from both sides of the road, and curtain-like fungi hung from the branches.Huge flowers bloom in mud pits and float on stagnant pools.But if you're stupid enough to leave the causeway to pick, there's quicksand waiting to swallow you up.There are venomous snakes in the dense forest, and there are half-floating and half-sunken lizards in the water, which look like black wood with eyes and teeth.

You know, none of this troubled Arya.Once she actually had a horse-like smile on her face, her hair was a mess, and her clothes were all muddy, and she brought back a bunch of rotten purple and green flowers to give to Dad.Sansa had always hoped that someday her lord father would tell Arya to be more polite and a little more ladylike than she should be, but he never did, and this time instead he hugged her and thanked her for the flowers.It just adds fuel to the fire. Afterwards it was known that those purple flowers were called "poison-kissed flowers," and Arya had a red rash on both arms.Sansa thought this lesson was enough for her, but Arya just smiled, and the next day, when her friend Mikael said that smearing mud would relieve the pain, she immediately did so, making herself look like a Savage swamp woman.And that wasn't enough. At night when her sister was undressing for bed, Sansa noticed scrapes on her arms and shoulders, deep purple bruises and faded yellow-green dirt.Where did she get these things, I am afraid that only the seven gods in the sky know.

Look at her now, Arya is still going on and on, combing Nymeria's hairball, and talking about what she saw and heard this time south. "We found a very spooky watchtower last week, and yesterday we chased a large herd of wild horses. You should see them run as soon as they smell Nymeria." The wolf writhed under her clutches. Without stopping, Arya scolded again: "Don't make trouble, there is another side to do, and you are covered with mud." "You shouldn't leave the team without authorization," Sansa reminded her, "My lord father said so."

Arya shrugged: "I didn't run far. Anyway, I have Nymeria by my side. Besides, I don't leave the team every time. Sometimes it's interesting to walk with the truck and hang around." Sansa knew all too well what kind of people Arya was hanging out with: squires and grooms and maidservants, old men and naked children, foul-mouthed freeriders of low birth.Arya could be friends with anyone, and this Mycah was the worst: he was a butcher's apprentice, thirteen years old, very wild, laying in a meat truck, smelling like meat waiting to be slaughtered pig.Just seeing him was enough to make Sansa sick, but Arya would rather be with him.

Sansa felt like she was losing her patience. "You must come with me," she told her sister firmly. "You cannot refuse the queen's invitation. Septa Mordane is waiting for you." Arya turned a deaf ear, she swiped suddenly and violently, Nymeria groaned in pain, turned her head and ran away. "Come back to me!" "There's lemon cake and tea later," Sansa went on, sounding grown-up reasoning.Lady rubbed against her feet, Sansa scratched her ear the way she liked, and Lady crouched down beside her, watching Arya chase Nymeria. "Why would you want to ride a smelly horse with sore limbs and sweat when you can be snuggled up on a feather pillow and enjoy cake with the Queen?"

"I don't like the queen," Arya said casually.Sansa gasped when she heard that, even if Arya said it, she was still shocked.But Arya continued nonchalantly, "She won't even let me take Nymeria." She tucked the comb in her belt and stalked towards her pup.Nymeria watched her approach cautiously. "The Queen's Wheel Palace is not a place for wolves to run wild," Sansa said, "and you know Princess Myrcella is afraid of them." "Missai is a baby." Arya grabbed Nymeria by the neck, but she pulled out the comb before the direwolf wrenched away.Arya dropped the comb in a rage. "You big bastard!" she yelled. Sansa couldn't help smiling.Fran, the head tamer in Winterfell, had told her before that the kind of animal would be raised by the kind of owner.She gave the lady a hug, and the lady licked her cheek, and Sansa giggled.Arya heard the laughter, turned and glared, "I don't care what you say, I'm just going to ride." Her long, stubborn horse face showed an expression that was about to be willful. "My God, Arya, you're such a child sometimes," said Sansa. "Then I'll go by myself. It's better if you don't, so the lady and I can eat all the lemon cakes." Have a good time." She turned to go, but Arya called after her, "They won't let you take a lady with you either." Before Sansa could figure out how to reply, she chased Nymeria along the river bank, There was no one to be seen. Sansa felt alone and ashamed, so she had to go back to the inn where she was staying. She knew Septa Mordane was waiting for her.The lady walked beside her quietly, and as she walked, her tears fell.She just hopes that everything will be as smooth and beautiful as described in the ballad, why can't Arya be a sweet, elegant and kind girl, like Princess Myrcella?How nice it would be to have a sister like that. Sansa couldn't figure out how the sisters who were only two years apart in age could have such different personalities.If only Arya had been a bastard, like their bastard brother Jon.To be honest, Arya even looks very similar to Jon. Both of them have the long face and brown hair of the Stark family, but they don't have the appearance, skin color and hair of their mother at all.According to other people's gossip, Jon's mother is just a commoner.Once when Sansa was a child, she couldn't help asking her mother if she had made a mistake, if some strange spirit had taken her real sister away?But the mother just smiled, and said it was no such thing, that Arya was indeed her daughter, and Sansa's own sister.Sansa could not think of any reason why her mother should lie to her, so she took her words seriously. Fortunately, when she approached the camp, all the unhappiness just now was left behind by her.A crowd had gathered outside the queen's palace, and Sansa heard their excited conversation buzzing like a swarm of bees.The doors of the palace were open, and the queen stood at the top of the wooden steps, smiling at someone in the crowd.Sansa heard her say, "My lords, your ministers are very considerate." "What happened?" she asked a squire she knew. "The Conclave sent from King's Landing to meet us," he told her, "as the king's honor guard." Sansa couldn't wait to see it, and she let the lady go ahead.People ran away when they saw the direwolf.When she got close enough, she saw two knights kneeling before the queen, their armor dazzled by such fine workmanship. One of the knights wore a suit of intricately carved and enamelled white scales, as brilliant as a field of fresh snow, with white silver threads and clasps gleaming in the sun.When he took off the helm, Sansa saw he was an old man, with hair the same color as his armor.Even so, he looked in good health, and his movements were graceful.From his shoulders hung the pure white cloak of the Kingsguard. His companion was about twenty years old, wearing a dark green armor made of fine steel, as green as a dense forest.He was the most handsome man Sansa had ever seen, tall and powerful, with shoulder-length jet hair that set off his clean face, and smiling blue eyes that matched the color of his armor.He holds a staghorn helmet in his arms, and the two ornate antlers are shining with gold. Sansa didn't notice the third stranger at first.He was haggard and grim, and instead of kneeling like the others, he stood alone beside their mounts, watching silently.The man was pockmarked and beardless, with deep-set eyes and sunken cheeks.Although he is not old, there are not many hairs left, only a few bunches protruding above his ears, but he keeps these remaining hairs as long as women's.His hard leather coat was covered with iron-gray chain mail. Although the style was ordinary and without decoration, it had experienced vicissitudes of life, and the traces of time could be seen.Behind his right shoulder, a dirty leather hilt could be seen, probably because his two-handed greatsword was too long to be worn around his waist. "The king is out hunting, and he will be very pleased to see you when he comes back." The queen was talking to the two knights kneeling in front of her, but Sansa couldn't take her eyes off the third one.He also seemed to be aware of the pressure of her gaze, and slowly turned his head.The Lady snarled at him, and Sansa Stark felt a terror that had never hitherto overwhelmed her.She staggered back and bumped into someone else. A pair of strong hands stabilized her shoulders. Sansa thought it was her father at first, but when she turned around, it was Sandor Clegane's burned face looking down at her, with a smile on his mouth. Non-smile. "You are trembling, little sister." He said roughly, "Am I so scary?" He really was that scary, ever since Sansa first saw that fire-disfigured face.Even so, at this moment Sansa was not half as afraid of him as she was of the other.But she broke free of his grasp, and the Hound laughed, and the Lady squeezed between them, growling.Sansa knelt down and put her arms around the pup.At this time, they became the focus of attention all around, and she could feel that everyone's eyes were on her, and she could also hear whispers and laughter one after another. "It's a wolf," someone said, and then someone else said, "Damn it, that's a direwolf." The previous man interjected, "What's he doing here?" and the Hound snapped back, "Stark The family keeps wolves as babysitters." Only then did Sansa realize that the two strange knights were looking down on her and the lady with swords in their hands.Now she was more afraid and ashamed, tears filled her eyes. She heard the queen say, "Joffrey, go and protect her." Then her Prince Charming appeared beside her. "Don't bully her," Joffrey said.He stood beside her, in a beautiful blue wool and black leather coat, with blond hair like a crown in the sun.He reached out to help her up. "My dear lady, what's the matter with you? What are you afraid of? No one will hurt you here. You all put away your swords. This wolf is just her little pet. There is nothing to make a fuss about." He looked Sandor Clegane. "And you dog, get out of the way, you scared my fiancée." The always loyal "Hound Dog" bowed and walked away quietly through the crowd.Sansa struggled to keep her feet, feeling like an idiot.She is the eldest lady of the Stark family in Winterfell, and she will be the queen one day. "Your Highness, it's not him I'm afraid of." She tried to explain, "It's the other one." The two new knights looked at each other. "Pine?" The young man in green armor asked with a smile. The old man in the white armor said softly to Sansa, "My dear lady, sometimes even I am afraid of Ser Ilyn. He does look scary." "It should be like this." The queen said as she stepped down from the wheel palace, and the crowd of onlookers gave way one after another. "The king's lawman is meant to scare the bad guys, or it means the man you've chosen isn't up to the job." Sansa finally figured out what to do. "Then you must have found the right man, Your Majesty," she said.There was a burst of laughter all around. "Little sister, that's a good word." The old man in white said, "As expected, you are the jewel in Eddard Stark's palm. I am honored to meet you, although this meeting is a bit strange. I am Barristan Sai of the Kingsguard. Sir Ermy." Sansa knew the name, and that was when Septa Mordane's years of careful training came in handy. "You are Captain of the Kingsguard," she said, "man of the court of my King Robert and formerly of Aerys Targaryen's Kingsguard. It has been an honor to know you, noble knight. In the north, poets still sing of the deeds of Barristan the 'Fearless'." The green knight laughed again, "It should be 'Old' Barristan. Little sister, don't flatter me too much, this guy is already pretentious enough." He smiled at her, "Little wolf girl, if You can tell who I am, so I really believe you are our Prime Minister's daughter." Joffrey, who was beside her, straightened up. "Be polite when you address my fiancée." "I can tell." Sansa said quickly, trying to ease the prince's anger.She smiled at the green knight. "My lord, you have two golden antlers on your helm. It is a royal symbol. King Robert has two brothers, and you are so young. You can only be the Lord of Storm's End and the court." Lord Renly Baratheon, am I right?" Ser Barristan could not help laughing. "He is so young, he can only be an impolite troublemaker, as I say." Lord Renly laughed, and the others echoed. The tense atmosphere a few minutes ago disappeared, and Sansa gradually felt more at ease... until Ser Ilyn Payne squeezed the two of them apart, without a smile or a word. stood in front of her.The lady bared her teeth and snarled hostilely, but this time Sansa patted her on the head to be quiet. "Ser Ilyn, I am sorry if I have offended you." She waited for the other party's answer, but never got it.The executioner just looked at her, his pale eyes seemed to be able to take off every garment of hers, peel away her skin, until her soul was naked before him.Finally, he turned around and left without uttering a word. Sansa didn't understand what was going on, so she turned to her prince for help: "Your Highness, what have I done wrong? Why doesn't he want to talk to me?" "We, Ser Ilyn, don't seem to be talking much these past sixteen years." Lord Renly explained with a narrow smile. Joffrey gave his uncle a very disgusted look, and took Sansa's slender hand. "Aerys Targaryen had his tongue pulled out with red-hot pincers." "Now he speaks with the sword," said the queen. "Sir, sir, is loyal to the country, and his integrity cannot be questioned." Come back with your father. I'm afraid your agreement with Myrcella will be postponed, please apologize to your good sister for me. Joffrey, maybe you would like to accompany our distinguished guest today?" "My lord mother, it is my honor." Joffrey said solemnly, he took her hand and led her out of the wheel palace, and Sansa suddenly felt so happy that she flew into the sky.Spend the whole day with her Prince Charming!She looked at Joffrey adoringly, remembering the way he had rescued her from Ser Ilyn and the Hound just now, how brave and brave it must have been, as if in poetry, like Saxon the Mirror Shield Wen defeated the giant and rescued Princess Teresa; or the story of Prince Aemon, the "Dragon Knight", fighting the evil Sir Mogger in order to break the rumors and protect the name of Queen Nellis. Joffrey's touch through the sleeve made her heart beat even faster. "What do you want to do?" I just want to be with you, Sansa thought, but she said, "Your Highness, I will do whatever you want." Joffrey thought about it. "We can go for a ride." "Oh, riding is my favorite," Sansa said. Joffrey looked back at the lady following them. "Your wolf will scare the horses, and my dog ​​seems to scare you. Why don't we leave them all here and go out and play by ourselves? What do you think?" Sansa hesitated for a moment. "That's fine with you," she hesitated, "I think I'll have to tie up the lady first." But she still didn't understand something. "Actually, I didn't know you had a dog..." Joffrey laughed. "He's my mother's dog. She told him to protect me. He just followed me." "So you meant 'The Hound,'" she said, mortified at her unresponsiveness, and if she had been a fool, the Prince would never have loved her. "Is this okay?" Prince Joffrey seemed a little displeased. "Miss, don't be afraid. I'm almost an adult. I don't know how to use a wooden sword like your brother. I have this." He took out his sword and showed it to Sansa.It was a long sword that was ingeniously miniaturized, just suitable for the needs of a twelve-year-old boy. The blade was made of fine steel, glowing blue, with two edges, the hilt was wrapped in leather, and the end was a lion's head made of gold. .Sansa watched in admiration repeatedly, and Joffrey was quite satisfied. "I call it 'Lion's Tooth.'" So they left the direwolf and bodyguard behind, and headed west along the north bank of the Trident, with no one but Lion's Tooth. The air was warm and heavy with the scent of flowers, and the woods here had a soft beauty that Sansa had never seen in the north.Prince Joffrey's mount is a gallant red-maned horse, and the way he drives the horse is even more reckless, so fast that Sansa has to drive the mare desperately to keep up.Today is also a day for adventure.They searched caves along the river bank and drove a shadow lynx back to its den.When he was hungry, Joffrey found the country manor by the smoke, and ordered them to prepare food and wine for the prince and his lady.So they ate fresh trout from the river, and Sansa drank so much wine as she had ever had in her life. "My lord father only allows us to have a drink, and only at the banquet." "My betrothed drinks as much as she likes," Joffrey said, filling her glass. After drinking and eating, they rode slowly.Joffrey sang to her, his voice high and sweet and pure.Sansa had too much to drink and felt a little dizzy. "Should we go back?" she asked. "Wait a little longer," said Joffrey. "The Old Battlefield lies ahead, where the Green Fork bends. That's where my father killed Rhaegar Targaryen, you know. With a wave of his hand he Crack the other's chest, cluck, the armor is smashed." Joffrey demonstrated to Sansa, waving an imaginary warhammer. "And then my uncle Jaime killed old Aerys, and my father was king. Why, what's that sound?" Sansa heard the tapping of wood from the woods, too.Crack clack clack clack. "I don't know," she said, but tensed up. "Joffrey, let's go back." "I want to find out." Joffrey turned his horse and rode towards the source of the sound, and Sansa had to follow.The noise became louder and clearer, and it was indeed the sound of wood colliding.When they rode closer, they could still hear heavy panting and intermittent muffled grunts. "There's someone there," Sansa said uneasily.She found herself thinking of Lady, wishing that her direwolf was by her side at this moment. "Don't be afraid if I'm with you." Joffrey pulled out the 'Lion's Tooth' from the scabbard, but the friction between the metal and the leather made her tremble all over. "This way," he said, riding through a row of trees. There was a clearing at the end of the woods, just overlooking the river.Here they found a pair of boys and girls who were playing a game of chivalry. The two were using wooden sticks (actually broomsticks) as swords, rampaging on the grass, and killing each other energetically.The boy was a few years older, a full head taller, and much stronger in build, and was on the offensive side.The girl was skinny and wearing a dirty leather jacket, frantically fending off the boy's attack, but couldn't completely avoid it.When she tried to fight back, she was blocked by the opponent's sword, swept her sword aside, and slashed her fingers hard.She dropped her weapon and screamed in pain. Prince Joffrey laughed.The boy turned his head with his eyes wide open in surprise, then let go of his grip, and the stick fell to the ground.The girl stared at them, sucking her knuckles to get the spines out, and Sansa was terrified. "Arya, is that you?" she exclaimed in disbelief. "Go away," Arya yelled at them with tears of rage in her eyes, "what are you doing here? Leave our business alone." Joffrey looked from Arya to Sansa, and glanced several times. "This is your sister?" Sansa nodded blushing.Joffrey turned to study the boy carefully, an ugly youth with freckles and a mass of red hair. "Boy, who are you?" He asked in a commanding tone, not caring that the other party was one year older than him. "My name is Mikay," the boy whispered. He recognized the prince in front of him and looked away quickly. "His Royal Highness Prince." "He's the butcher's apprentice," Sansa explained. "He's my friend," Arya said sharply, "don't bully him." "The butcher wants to be a knight too, doesn't he?" Joffrey said, dismounting from his horse, sword in hand. "Brother butcher, pick up your sword." There was a joyful light in his eyes, "Let's see if you are good enough." Mykay stood there in fright. Joffrey walked towards him. "Hurry up, pick it up quickly, do you only dare to bully little girls?" "My lord, she made me," Mykay said. "She made me do it." Sansa had only to glance at Arya, and see her sister flush suddenly, to know that the boy was telling the truth.But Joffrey wouldn't listen, the wine he'd just had had made him wild. "Are you going to pick it up or not?" Mikay shook his head: "My lord, this is just a stick, not a sword, but a stick." "You're just a pig butcher, not a knight at all." Joffrey raised the 'Lion's Tooth' and pointed the point of the sword at the cheek under Mycah's eyes, and the apprentice butcher stood there trembling. "Just now you hit my young lady's younger sister, do you know?" A bright red flower of blood bloomed where the sword pierced, and a red line slowly flowed down the boy's face. "Stop!" Arya screamed, grabbing the fallen stick. Sansa was terrified. "Arya, don't interfere." "I won't hurt him...too much," Prince Joffrey told Arya, never taking his eyes off the Butcher's young apprentice. Arya lunged at him. Sansa jumped off her horse, but it was too late.Arya took the stick with both hands, and struck the Prince on the back of the head so hard that it cracked with a crack.Joffrey staggered and spun around, cursing loudly.Mykay ran away into the woods.Arya swung again, but this time Joffrey caught the blow on Lion's Tooth and sent the stick flying from her hands.The back of his head was covered in blood, his eyes were burning with anger, and Sansa screamed, "Stop it, stop it both of you, you're screwing it up," but no one listened to her.Arya picks up a rock and throws it at Joffrey's head, only to hit his horse.The blood-red horse raised its front legs and galloped after Mikay. "Stop! Stop hitting!" Sansa screamed.Joffrey slashed at Arya with his sword, screaming obscenities and obscenities.At this time, Arya also stepped back in fear, but Joffrey kept advancing, and drove her to the edge of the forest where there was no way out.Sansa didn't know what to do, so she could only watch helplessly, her vision almost covered by tears. It was too late to say it, and then it was too late, a gray shadow flashed past her, and the next moment Nymeria had jumped onto Joffrey's right hand, and opened her mouth to bite.The wolf threw the man to the ground, and he dropped the sword as soon as he let go of his hand. Both the man and the wolf rolled on the grass, the wolf kept roaring and tearing, and the prince screamed. "Get it off!" he screamed, "Get it off!" Arya's voice cut like a whip. "Nymeria!" The direwolf immediately let go of Joffrey and ran to Arya.The prince lay in the grass, weeping with his wounded arm in his arms.There was blood all over his clothes.Arya said, "She didn't hurt you . Joffrey looked up at her and whimpered in terror. "Don't," he said, "don't hurt me, or I'm going to tell mother." "Don't bully him!" Sansa screamed at her sister. Arya whirled, throwing the sword with all her strength.The sword flew across the river, the blue steel blade gleaming in the sunlight, and finally fell into the water with a plop, sinking instantly.Joffrey groaned again.Arya ran to her mount, Nymeria following her. After they left, Sansa walked up to the prince.He squeezed his eyes shut in pain, breathing heavily.Sansa knelt beside him. "Joffrey," she sobbed, "oh, look what they've done to hurt you like this. Don't be afraid, my poor prince, I'll ride right up to the manor and get help. ’ She reached out and gently brushed his soft blond hair back. He opened his eyes suddenly, and there was only hatred and the most complete contempt in his eyes. "Then get out." He spat at her. "Also, don't-allow-touch-me."