[sansa nods gratefully and gives his hand a gentle squeeze. she definitely doesn't want richie out looking for lannisters, or worse, littlefinger, but she appreciates the sentiment very much.]

I don't mean to hide forever, but it's important that people hear about it from me. My friend Adaine's crafting a spell to alert us should any of my enemies arrive here, and I would never ask you to put yourself in harm's way.

[in fact the idea of richie cursing at littlefinger or joffrey, while very amusing, is a concern all on its own. she frowns, thoughtfully.]

And I think...I would know it my family came here--or Lady would, at least. It's part of how my magic works. But I very much hope you can meet them, someday.

[she grins, a little wistful, a little sly.]

If you like me, you'd love my sister Arya. They called her Arya Underfoot, she was always running around and causing trouble. She always said whatever she wanted, no matter if it was rude, and she loved to play tricks--on me, especially. And my brother Bran was only a year younger, they were always running around and doing mischief together.

[she definitely thinks richie is closer to arya's age than her own. it's only a difference of two years, anyway.]