[Sansa can scarcely believe it. She hasn't seen Arya since their father's death and she had been afraid she was dead just like the rest of her family. For so long, Sansa has thought herself alone in the world. Perhaps it isn't the case.

She reserves herself so much, too afraid to be happy in case it isn't true.]

Arya, come here. Arya, it's me, I'm not dead. I'm perfectly well and...oh, Arya. Arya, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything.