Jon blinks and holds out his hands--no Stark man in all their illustrious history has ever been able to resist the command of a well-intentioned lady who seems to know what she's doing.
"Longclaw," he says. "I think my powers keep me from getting sick--some of it is dinosaur blood."
Feathers, apparently, can bleed a lot, if you slice through the rachis, which is patently unfair as it doesn't seem to slow down the dinosaur very much and consequently the blood gets everywhere. He'd thought the black would hide the stains, at least, but her mention of dry cleaning worries him--Sansa would be upset if he'd damaged her handiwork permanently.
As she is in possession of his hands, she might notice they do not currently have claws, long or otherwise. In fact, the nails are bitten rather short.
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"Longclaw," he says. "I think my powers keep me from getting sick--some of it is dinosaur blood."
Feathers, apparently, can bleed a lot, if you slice through the rachis, which is patently unfair as it doesn't seem to slow down the dinosaur very much and consequently the blood gets everywhere. He'd thought the black would hide the stains, at least, but her mention of dry cleaning worries him--Sansa would be upset if he'd damaged her handiwork permanently.
As she is in possession of his hands, she might notice they do not currently have claws, long or otherwise. In fact, the nails are bitten rather short.