The reaction to the gift that Petyr Baelish had sent was expected to be silence, something that he had gotten used to over the years. But instead, the result was a memo sent by his secretary which prematurely ended the meeting he was in, in order to fulfill the request that one Catelyn Tully had asked of him.
It had been too long since he had seen her - actually seen her, mind you, not just the passing glimpse passed on by digital images or dreams filled with younger versions of the both of them.
Which was why when he entered the pub, he recognized her at once. And had to take a full minute to remember how to breathe.
His movements were a bit unsure, a rare type of body language for him, as he approached her. He came too close when he took her hand without permission, he knew, kissing it reverently even if it was supposed to just be a friendly greeting. He couldn't help himself.