[sansa had been hoping bloodraven might come by to teach her greenseeing ever since she saw him with bran through the portals in her previous game. being faced with a valyrian-looking man with an eyepatch, her eyes are immediately drawn his cheek––no birthmark. of course it could be someone from a different world entirely, but recent conversations on the network have put her in mind of aemond one-eye. she calmly withdraws her hand.

her purple-grey dress has dragonflies on it, not direwolves. it's difficult to mistake lady padding after her in a matching collar, but starks had not been known to keep direwolves as companions before her and her siblings.

it occurs to her that the tullys declared for the blacks before lord cregan marched south. she does have a needle case shaped like a small silver fish on the chatelaine clipped to her wide leather belt, along with the needle-end of her necklace. there's nothing to be done about it now.

she holds a sack that already seems very full. she has spent a lot of time thinking about survival and provisioned many dangerous excursions since leaving the vale.

she lifts her hand. a lady's courtesy is her armor.]

I'm sure I can find another.

[she smiles coldly. she'd like very much to make a graceful exit, but she doubts it'll be that easy. besides––]

I have found two star children need to touch the boxes to release the enchantment, and I should be glad to help you retrieve your cloak.

[she tells herself he might not be who she thinks he is, and if he is, she's better off proving herself useful before leaving as quickly as possible, and besides, he can't possibly hate the starks as much as joffrey.]