[Sansa didn't feel terribly grown up at the moment. She felt like she had flown back years, and was a small thing in floofy skirts, chasing her older brothers through the snow. She remembered once how she had slipped on ice and fallen, and Robb had come back to lift her back onto her feet and tell her that she was a brave little lady, to be running in the snow and she had glowed with pride, scraped knees forgotten.

The present returned to her and she smiled sadly at her hands.]

I know, I just... I wanted to ask. I'll... I'll miss you, Robb. You and Bran and Rickon and even Jon.

[She played with a loose thread on her sleeve.]

I think I'll miss you the most, though. It will be harder to be brave without you around.