"I can't believe you're okay." Heavy boots pressed firmly into the dense snow as you and Sansa wandered around the otherwise dark backdrop of Castle Black. "You're finally free from that... monster. I'm proud of you." She wrapped her arm under yours to protect herself from the slippery cobblestone paths and you led slowly up the stairs to the eatery where a moderately sized fire spat embers from the corner of the room.

"Proud of me? Whatever for?" She smiled as she sat, in front of the both of a hearty bowl of vegetable soup and a delicate loaf of bread had been prepared by the camps cook. With little hesitation Sansa broke the floured loaf and soaked it into the soup before placing it into her mouth.

"Were all proud of you, me, Jon... I've even heard talk of Tyrion Lannister talking fondly of how far you have come."

"What did I do that was so great?" She asked as she tore more bread.

"You survived." She paused, bread in hand, and smiled lovingly at you. "You made the Stark name proud, and that's something to be proud of, especially in times such as these."

"What choice did I have after all? If anybody was going to end me it wasn't going to be that pathetic excuse for a rat from an even more pathetic excuse for a family." You both shared a nervous laugh, glad that Sansa was, for now at least, safe, but worried that Ramsay was still out there and as ruthless as ever.

"Don't tell me how you escaped, I want a bard to be present, I want it to be remembered properly and your tremendous feats told for generations." Sansa blushed as she finished up her broth, the cook timidly walked over but you both refused another bowl, far too eager for her to go and find the rest of her broken family. "I'm so glad you're home." Back outside the harsh northern winds bit at your face, Castle Black was not exactly the most glamorous of locations, but Sansa was there, and Jon was there, and that was enough for you, for now.

"It isn't quite home though, is it?" Deep down you knew this place would never substitute for Winterfell and until you tore the keep from that wretched worms' hands you could never be at peace with yourself.

"No, it is not. We will get Winterfell back, do not worry about that."

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