"Oh. I... I would like that very much." It honestly was a comfort to know that Margaery and she could be in this place, away from the horror and the politics. She missed Winterfell more than anything in the world and yet she knew she was safe here as long as Margaery was here.

"What is your home like?" Sansa tries to smile too, tentative and weak in comparison to Margaery who radiated sunlight when she smiled. It was as if the muscles in her face had forgotten what smiling felt like and were trying to learn how to do it all over again.