[lady whines gently as the apple disappears. sansa frowns gently.]

I would never ask that of you.

[she thinks about bran the breaker and joramun's armies. it wouldn't work if the night's king and his corpse queen could just resurrect their fallen. there must be something she's missing. or it might just be that in her world, the wights will burn.]

I only meant to offer what aid I can. He thinks himself equal to the Pthumerians; I imagine some of them might be eager to prove otherwise.

[she smiles grimly.]

I just hope none of us are in the...blast area?

[this is the first time she's ever used this phrase and it doesn't sound as clever as she hoped it might.]