Lucky. In what felt like a hundred years ago, she would never have described herself as lucky in her sister. But today she'd been proven otherwise, no matter how they still fought. How tragic, she realizes, that Gendry's never known his.

"Her name is Mya. She doesn't talk of it much but it seems everyone in the Eyrie and below know who her father was. She's...very peculiar." Oh. Perhaps that was unkindly said. Sansa tied and untied and retied her braid's ribbon as she stumbled over a correction. "Not a bad sort of peculiar. Only she's very unexpected. She does rather dangerous work and she does it rather courageously."