( Sansa leans her head against his shoulder, keeping close without touching his lap and without trying to stir him up again (or herself, if she's quite honest). She just wants to spend some time holding him since he's been gone and she hopes he'll want the same. )

When you touch me, it feels like sunlight glinting on snow. My heart's been encased in ice for so long because it's safer that way but I'm beginning to thaw bit by bit.