[ He hears the satisfaction in her voice, the quiet pleasure in the praise.

He closes his eyes, clasped knuckles pressed to his lips. ] No one will ever underestimate you again. Not without regretting it.

[ He does not like the image of Sansa alone, standing in the face of the howling enemies around her. But at least she is not alone, with Bran and Arya and Jon, flanking her, and in the end, she said, they had won. He knows the ending to this story, and so does she.

When she visits him. Ned buries his face in his palm. Presses his hand against his browbone to stop the tears. His murmur is low and gruff. ]

I will be with you, always. You have only to visit the godswood to know that I am with you.

[ He smiles, and it is in his voice. ]

Your mother may be in our sept. She always loved it there. You are so like her, I see so much of her in you, even now.