[Privat] Game of Thrones - Winter Love

"Of course she will be" No one can protect their children better than a good father, being good with a sword would be preferable as well. Gods help him, Ned Stark did try his best but the politics of the south were never for him. At least Sansa had learned, the hard way but she had learned the tricks of politics.

Jon thoughtfully rubs his chin, feeling the itch of the unkept beard, while he listens to her. "If this is what you feel you must do, who are they to say that it is wrong" the changes were cheerful but it somehow doesn't feel like the Wintefell he rememebers, the comforting warm greys , white and dull greens and the reds of the weirdwood's leaves. With the last true Stark remaining in the castle she is able to do as she wishes, a small part of Jon wonders what Robb would have done had he survived the Twins, would he have kept things the same as it was in their childhood and the childhoods of their forefathers?

"She seems to understand the error of her ways" Another small smile finds it way onto his lips, Hiems clearly looking like a scolded child. Pups are children after all, Direwolves do seem to be more clever than average wolves. In a quick moment, the smile is replaced by a thoughtful scowl. Sansa's time as Queen might help her become a good mother, if she wishes to be one, Jon doubts that Arya will want anything to do with it, at least not for some years, the wolves are still an nearly extinct family. But the wolves will come again, they must.

Some small whines come from the pup, as Jon said she clearly seems upset and wishes to get Sansa's attention and affection.
A soft sigh comes from Jon's lips as he runs his fingers through his hair. "Do you need assistance with anything , Sansa? if I may have your leave to bathe and eat" he seems weary and looks it as well but still happy in a way, mayhaps just glad to be home.