Sansa is your sister. You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you…
↳ They are the daughters of winter; the children of the North. Two sides of the same coin, going through one journey, taking two different roads.
Arya felt tears well in her eyes. Thoros used a lot of words, but all they meant was no, that much she understood.
Cause your roots will rot away. And your fruit, it wont grow. Your bark will wear thin, body hollow.