[sansa nods and listens, a small, sad, wistful smile on her face. it's bittersweet, and affirming, to hear this girl speak of creatures the way her father had always done.

in fact the wolves were even more blameless than that; lady hadn't done anything, and nymeria was acting responsibly. sansa wonders sometimes if she could have saved them by telling the truth, or a better lie, but she thinks cersei and joffrey would have only found a reason to kill them anyway. lady lays her head in sansa's lap with a quiet whine. sansa pets it, gently.

but she can't help laughing when luna calls her wise. she thinks, absurdly, of lady olenna reflecting on the wisdom of loras. sansa is very good at staying alive, but she doesn't know if that makes her wise.]

I don't know that I'm wise, but I know what it is to survive. [she pauses.] It's not what people think. Your compassion will serve you well, and I thank you for it. My lessons came dear, but they've served me well in this place, and if I can pass them on to the people here, so that we all might do better, then at least something good will have come of it.

[she pauses again, smiling.]

You and Helga are welcome at the Rookery. I'm afraid I know little of beasts, but my friend Ser Allen might know more, he can cleanse them with his powers. And I think Lord Viktor does research on corruption; you might like to speak with both of them.