[Sansa looks at the photographs. She's seen herself in a looking glass or a reflection in a pond but she's never seen herself so crisp and so clear. Is this how she looks to others? Is she so stiff, are her eyes so sullen and dark now? Sansa thinks it must come with the weight of Winterfell, the weight of House Stark. None of that affects her here.]
Thank you, ser. I could not have done it without you. [A pause, then a dip of her head in deference.] I am Sansa Stark, of Winterfell. What is your name?
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Thank you, ser. I could not have done it without you. [A pause, then a dip of her head in deference.] I am Sansa Stark, of Winterfell. What is your name?