She relaxed her stance and features, her temper cooling as she listened to Sansa. A hesitant smile appeared on her lips, sad, but warmer than what she displayed before. They were both Starks, family. She may not know Sansa or have been present for her life, but they were together on this island. Who could say how long they would be there?

It did neither of them any good if they spent their time squabbling.

"I was not always beautiful. I imagine it must have been different for you. Stubbornness comes naturally when you are surrounded by nothing but boys. I had to learn to fight back or my brothers would have taken everything." She shook her head, "You must be like your mother. I never met Catelyn, but I heard she was lovely and had red hair."