It nearly made her giddy in a sick sort of way. Arya Stark, cupbearer to that horrid man. The man who had ordered her marriage to the imp. The man who had loosed the Freys on her family. The man who had stopped too short of curbing his grandson's cruel ways. Joffrey is dead; you don't have to fear him any longer. But even reminding herself of this fact brought with it the same old fright, wondering if others could somehow hear her thoughts and punish her for them.

She was forced to move on, because more stunning news followed. The Hound was alive, but for how long? And why did she care? He had frightened her on his last night in King's Landing, but some twisted and warped part of her was glad to hear his story was not yet over.

Sansa hugged the woollen blanket to her body. Gendry had more than earned it, but she still withheld it. She needed to hear the end: "Was that the last time you saw her?"