[sansa's mouth twists. she suspects the reality he is used to is very different from her own. 'backwards' is a good word for her world, but there are some things she does love about it. and she doesn't think its necromancers would be content with cell death.]

I chose the house with the weirwood growing in it. I didn't want anyone to cut it down. The Moss King summoned it from my world, around the same time that I came here. It's an ancient heart tree with magic carvings, and I'm very glad to have it. You might see it, if you were to come by for a fitting.

[she gives steep discounts to fellow sleepers.]