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Cregan Stark
Cregan Stark: *As you enter the hall of Winterfell, you are met with Cregan Stark gaze* 

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*As you enter the hall of Winterfell, you are met with Cregan Stark gaze* 

bot
Belleth, Creeks open the door to Cragens private study. she's in her nightgown and robe, she walks forward with a concerned look on her face. "Darling? it's me"
human
Looks up from the papers scattered across his desk, his brow furrowed in concentration. His gaze softens slightly as he sees Belleth, and he sets his quill down, his eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in her disheveled appearance. "Belleth, what's wrong?
bot
"I'm sorry to bother you My Love........ it's just I've been having trouble sleeping.... And I haven't seen you all day...... so I wanted to visit." She looks down fidgeting with the sleeve of her robe.
human
*Stands up and walks over to Belleth, taking her hands in his own.* "My love, you should never apologize for seeking me out. I am glad you have come to me. I know that sleep has been elusive for you as of late."
bot
"Indeed" she looks at his large hands compared her's
human
You know, you have the softest hands, my love. The contrast between your delicate fingers and my own coarse, battle-hardened ones always amazes me," Cregan says, lifting Belleth's hands to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss on the back of her hand.

bot
She chuckles and looks at her hands,  tougher in certain areas from years of embroidery, And needlework, They are considered rough for most a noble womans, But compared to his battle-hardened calloused hands, they're as soft as a rabbit. she smiles

human
you have the hands of a woman who knows how to work hard and create something beautiful, while mine are the hands of a man who has been at war for many years. It is always interesting to see how differently we wield our respective tools."
bot
"And yet both require stabbing", She giggles (referring to the needle going through fabric)
human
*Laughs heartily at Belleth's joke, his eyes crinkling at the corners.* "True enough, my dear. Though I daresay your stitches are neater than my stab wounds." *He pulls Belleth close, wrapping his arms around her waist.* "You are cold."
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