[The smell of the sea is something that has always meant freedom to Sansa and she finds herself drawn there, wanting to see the waves crash against the shore instead of being cooped up inside a tower. Her freedom is something too new to be commonplace - she has been in towers for the better part of the two years it's been since she's left King's landing.

For a moment, she thinks she recognizes someone. It's the scent of roses on the air, a gentle fall of curls catching the light - it takes her a little while to realize that yes, it is Margaery Tyrell and she's not simply imagining it.]

You're an awful long way from Highgarden, my lady.

[Her voice is gentle and teasing, light in the way birdsong is on a summer afternoon and it's been a long while since she's sounded like this.]