When he yanks her close, Sansa feels her throat close further until she swears that she can't breathe and that she might actually pass out. Closing her eyes in a lame attempt to stop the tears, she presses her face against his shoulder and lets his scent envelope her. How strange and different it seems now, the scent that she used to know so well from all the times she would hug him as a child. Even when she had grown up a little and pretended to be a lady, she would sneak in little hugs just to feel his solid, reassuring strength.

Turning her head to resting her head against his shoulder, she feels a strange, almost hysterical laugh, bubbling up as she realizes just how tall she is next to him now. She swallows the noise down, not wanting to alarm him or seem like she is barely holding on but she feels like it. She can't even begin to explain the emotions she feels in that moment. Except for one that has been so clear for so long.

"I'm so sorry." She blurts out before leaning back to look at him, not even thinking to ask what had happened to him last before he came here. Maybe he won't even know what she is referring to but there are a lot of things for her to apologize for. "I'm so sorry, Father. For being so mad at you about Lady and not listening to you when you wanted us to leave."

The tears start to fall now, streaking down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry I asked you to confess..."