He turns at the sound of that voice - he knows that voice - he has heard it sob behind doors, sing sweetly, and speak to him with the edge of steel. Sansa. Something in his chest twists as he turns to look at her - beautiful, always beautiful, but there is something there he did not expect to see.

Ever.

Joy. Joy at seeing him.

He ...cautiously bows to her, offering one corner of a smile. She looks older, but then again, so does he, with his beard and his scar almost completely healed. "Lady Sansa ... it has been a long time. I would say I was surprised to see you here - but I find today is just one long surprise."

His mis-matched eyes slip over her, "You are well? Unharmed?"