Sansa throws her arms around him then, no longer caring about propriety or her own reserved nature, and squeezes him as hard as she can. She has no idea when he is from, only that he is here and that is good enough for just now.

“Gods, how I’ve missed you. You have no idea how much I’ve missed having you near me,” she says, pulling back just enough to look into his face.

“I’ve felt so alone for so long. Come, let me buy you a drink. They let me trade them for songs here so I think I shall give them Bear and the Maiden Fair for such a happy occasion even if it is absolutely unbecoming of me.”