[sansa listens intently, and shuts her eyes briefly. she knows what it is to be a prisoner. she wonders idly if he'd find any comfort in a hand on his arm; thinking of wolves, she decides against it.]

I'm sorry that happened to you. It's horrible, to be a prisoner. Still, if there's a way out, Vi will find it.

[she sighs, a rueful curve to her lips.]

I said I'd rescue her from basements, when she swore her sword to me.

[but still, she brightens a little at his question.]

Lady Ammako said it might better be called 'skinsharing.' I suppose my realm isn't very good at naming things––there aren't even Seven Kingdoms, truly. I can show you, though...

[she's already sitting, anyway. sansa briefly stills and her eyes turn white, while lady's glow blue.

she stretches her forelegs towards the boy and dips her head in a bow...

lady's eyes return to brown and she settles into a comfortable posture. sansa's eyes are blue again when she smiles.]

Wolves and dogs are easiest, but I can also do birds and seals. Never Mind helped me with the ravens.