Oh, she laughed. He had never heard Sansa laugh before. Not like that, not a polite court chuckle. He had seen her cover her mouth when she smiled at his japes at his nephew, but nothing like this. She is safe here, at least. Happy. It was all he could have wanted for her.

And she took his hand, no less. His eyebrows lifted, but he gave her a crooked little smile. "It was, indeed. No one could attack the Eyrie, after all."