blow a kiss, fire a gun
Sansa knew that Jon would always love Arya more than he loved her. She just never thought he would ever confront her about it, especially during times like these.
Sansa was lucky to find Jon in the godswood; just when she was about to give up altogether, the possibility had struck.
He was sitting beneath the heart tree while he tended to his sword. It was a task that should’ve have been delegated to his squire, but Sansa knew that he liked to do it himself, if only because it brought about a certain calmness that was missing from his life—from all of their lives, really.