Sansa follows his gaze down to the children on the ice, the sound of their cheerful shouts and laughter easily carrying up to the bridge where they're standing. It's both reminiscent of home and not at the same time, which seems to be the best she can do in that regard around here. Even in the way she interacts with people from her own world, it's like that, familiar but different — mostly in ways that are positive, too, though she misses Winterfell like a physical part of herself. It's bittersweet, all of this, but she's trying to focus on the sweet parts, the pleasant memories and the good company.

"Of course," she says, warm and pleased. "Those look much sturdier, don't they?"