[sansa's mouth curves to one side. she's aware that cersei suffers now as she did, having lost her family, but it doesn't help. it's a near-perfect revenge, but sansa's still a fugitive, and so are her siblings. she picks up her flame-shaped box and cradles it with both hands.]

They did, but she blames me for it. [she offers clarice a weary smile.] I hope the people who murdered your foster family get apprehended.

[vengeance feels hollow to sansa now, as if joffrey's life could begin to make up for the ones he'd taken from her. she just wishes for the violence to end.]

Some people came here before they died in their own worlds. I have been hoping I might see my family again in this place.

[she thinks even the ones that lived would be better off here than on their own.]

It's good to meet you, Clarice.

[she gestures at the other flame box.]

That one must be yours.

[hers has a silver pendant with a powerful shield charm inside. she stares at it a moment before hooking it onto her chatelaine.]