When Jon arrives at Sansa's door, she's already managed to get herself into a difficult bit of trouble. She'd managed to get away from Ramsay, but only for so long before he'd found her, this time accompanied by Daenerys Targaryen, of all people. They'd run, as fast as they could, but they couldn't outrun arrows, only outsmart him.
So when Jon knocks, he's the last to arrive at Theon and Sansa's home. Both Dany and Sansa are inside, along with Theon. Sansa's stripped her blouse off, revealing long pale limbs and a bloody bandage around her shoulder. There are scars along her skin, but with the blood they easily fade into background noise.
Never the less, Sansa stands to look out the peephole and let him in.
"Step over the salt- and best say a prayer." Formalities, before she gives him a one-armed hug, the best she can do. "Are you alright? Did he get you?"
EVERYONE IN HERE. the Westeros party.
So when Jon knocks, he's the last to arrive at Theon and Sansa's home. Both Dany and Sansa are inside, along with Theon. Sansa's stripped her blouse off, revealing long pale limbs and a bloody bandage around her shoulder. There are scars along her skin, but with the blood they easily fade into background noise.
Never the less, Sansa stands to look out the peephole and let him in.
"Step over the salt- and best say a prayer." Formalities, before she gives him a one-armed hug, the best she can do. "Are you alright? Did he get you?"