@stormbcrn liked this for a starter !!
winterfell is filled with ghosts, but sansa is not the little girl she had been before she ventured south, before everything went wrong. she has little time to dwell on that, the threats which loom on both northern and southern horizons; dragons flood the skies as if plucked directly from stories. it seems the only truths stories hold are its monsters.
sansa's only armor once had been her courtesies, but delicate porcelain had since turned to steel. she is sharper than she had once been, more a player on the cyvasse board of westerosi politics than simply the pretty thing she outwardly presents. and so she stands when the dragon queen enters, her smile as lovely as it had been before the horrors, and says, "i am so very grateful that you could join me, your grace."