Sansa has only just arrived herself and has had little time to get her bearings. When she sees a small boy, she draws closer, only for her breath to catch in her throat. Bran? After all this time? And walking upon two feet?

She scarcely believes it. After being played for a fool over and over again, she wonders if she should trust anything anymore. Why should this place be so kind as to give her a brother, another Stark? She decides not to question it.

"Bran! Bran, come close, it's Sansa. Bran, please?"

Please, please let it be real.