(Clark seems the kind of person who would stop along a road and help get a cart unstuck from the mud or would help chop firewood for a man who was too old but in need of warmth for the winter. He reminded her, in all the good ways, of the way that men and women in the North would work together against the long winter; when the cold wind blows and the snow falls, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives. Clark seems like he would be part of a pack, in a way, and Sansa chances a smile at him. She smiles so rarely these days.)

I am grateful for those who are so open and giving of their time. I know this place draws such but still...in a selfish world, it is a comfort and a pleasant surprise to see those who are giving to others.