Date: Unspecified
Time: Unspecified
Location: Myriad Realms, Yellow Plains, Freedom Fighter's headquarters.
"Wyatt, I didn't take you for someone so closed-minded—especially not as severe as these old-school folks," Sansa said suddenly, shaking her head in mock pity listening to him dismiss her outright even before she could put forward her proposal, making it clear that no matter what she proposed or offered, he wouldn't even consider it.
Wyatt turned to Luna, arching a brow. "She seems to be your kind. Any idea what she's getting at?" He paused briefly, then added, "No offense."
Hearing Wyatt lump her in with Sansa, Luna's expression twisted in irritation, but deep down, she was thrilled. He was finally acknowledging her. She was beginning to realize that indifference hurt far more than hatred. So she could not help but be overjoyed even though Wyatt was mocking her and seemed to hold a lot of grudge for her actions.