Sansa understood enough now the position that her Father had been in when the King had 'asked' him to be his Hand. She could see now how that had been the signature on his death warrant and that he had been doomed from the moment he stepped foot into King's Landing. How they had all been doomed that day.

How could she tell him that she knew what happened to his friend and how it had been her Aunt who killed her husband out of love for someone else? No, there were things she didn't need to tell him now. They had a chance to be together and happy, she wasn't going to ruin that by telling him all the things that had happened since his death.

"I could have asked to stay home." She pointed out before dropping the argument and the reminder of what she had done to him. It was easier to focus on the topic of his other children, knowing it would distract him and bring him some comfort as well as joy.

"Jon and Robb were here when I arrived. Arya arrived a little while after." She wished that she had a way to summon them home but she knew it wouldn't take long for them all to be reunited again. Reaching up to take one of his hands, she turned to lead him from the fountain in what she hoped was the right direction.