I had thought it myself, that this is what lies beyond the embrace of the Stranger. [ it's true, sansa knows it true, not just because she woke up here in the same cold she had jumped into — she had wanted to be gone, free of ramsay's grasp in the truest way possible. ] I woke up in the snow and I saw Lady first thing.

You remember what happened to her, don't you? What Cersei had demanded done to her for something she hadn't done.

[ foreshadowing. a portent of what was to come, all those years ago. sansa watches her direwolf running at a distance, free to stretch her legs and always so grateful for it; she can feel lady in the back of her mind, a warm presence that nonetheless worries for her. she can't put into words how she knows, only that she does. lady worries, and sansa worries; they look out for each other.

this time, her her openness shutters just a little. ]

Arya. She was— is she— did you find her?