Sansa runs to him. It isn't ladylike at all but she doesn't care. It's her lord father, whom she hasn't seen in years, and no matter how much things have changed some things are the same.

"Father," she cries out, burying her face against his chest and wrapping her arms around him. She's taller now, yes, but he's still her father and he can still make her feel small and safe.

"Father, I'm so sorry. It's my fault. It's all my fault."