The name should be immediately recognizable. Sansa is out in the cold, searching for Brienne in return. A tentative hope is rising within her, though she is prepared too for this to be a horrible joke. Emotions are twisted and used in Hadriel far too often and...

She makes herself breathe in the chill air and she pushes back her auburn hair absently, searching the horizon for signs of the lady knight. When at last she locates her, her smile is tremulous.

"So you are here."