Alfred had joined the others. He smiles when he sees Sansa, familiar after their few conversations and the like. She is wearing a crown and he finds it a very tasteful one. While he had his own crown it was something he had not worn in a long while and didn't particularly intend to start wearing again. The weight of it was a heavy one and in Hadriel and now here it had felt like an unnecessary burden to carry.

"Good morning, grace," Alfred greets her with a smile, gesturing to a spot beside her. "May I join you?"