That's good. I want you to stay. I have a hard time keeping hold of the people I care about. I'd like you to be different in that regard.

( Baby strokes her hair and Sansa relaxes, feeling for all the world like she could just bask in this attention and not need anything else for eternity. She's missed having physical affection so much and even touches like this, that aren't kisses, are necessary and precious. )