Ned stopped just inside the doors, looking down into Sansa's face again. He touched the pale lavender of her eyelid, heart aching for this perfect creature and all that would be denied her if the maesters were right. "She is our daughter," Ned said firmly after a moment, looking up to meet Catelyn's worried gaze. "And her being able to see or not does not change that."
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