I may be a shitty friend, but I’m your shitty friend.
“From the look of things, they’ve long been out of business. Probably have your bloody friend Norrington to thank for that.”
Even her tears she hoards to herself. He had expected anguish and anger when he told her of her brother’s death, but Sansa’s face had remained so still that for a moment he feared she had not understood. It was only later, with a heavy oaken door between them, that he heard her sobbing. She had lost her home, her place in the world, and everyone she had ever loved or trusted. Winter is coming, warned the Stark words, and truly it had come for them with a vengeance.