She sighed. Breathed out -- nearly chuckled -- and touched creek-cooled hands to her cheeks once more. Sansa liked the way the water felt cold on her skin. How silly (laughable, really!) it was that now her life should hang by the thin thread of Arya's request. To hear it and to know it came despite Arya's youth and out-of-step timeline...well, it made her feel funny. Like being tickled from the inside out. It made her feel loved.

"I'm glad to hear it. In this regard, I would rather be Arya's sister than be anything else. Whatever the frustrations. Gods, when she heard about you and the Kingslayer--"

Sansa rubbed her right temple. As if the thought alone was enough to bring on another headache. But soon enough she realized her composure was relaxing and she stiffened once again, setting to work on a newer tighter braid. "I wish he wasn't here."