[sansa has never invited him up to the third floor; she's had no reason to and it would be embarrassing.

regardless, this sansa is still downstairs. she emerges from the back room into the front, and marvels a bit at lycka. lady pads along behind her.]

Your leviathan is very beautiful.

[but she very quickly realizes that lycka is a spirit like her raven winterfell, and should probably be addressed as such. she flushes a little and curtsies at lycka.]

I must beg your forgiveness; I'm afraid I'm ill-used to talking with spirits in the form of animals. You are very lovely, and I meant no disrespect.

[she directs her gaze back at lazarus. he does look very tired and rumpled. and perhaps a little hungry...she smiles faintly.]

There's plenty of cake and biscuits in the kitchen already, and bread and cheese.