Her head was held high, her shoulders back and straight as Sansa walked through, into the white room so bright it was almost blinding. She covered her eyes for a moment, blinking. When her eyes had adjusted, she was surprised at just whom was standing there, wine glass in hand.

But the surprise only lasted a moment, before a small smile played on her lips. Of course the man in front of her was the better of her two husbands. Good. Tyrion Lannister knew far better than to lie to her, or treat her like a child.

"Tyrion- Sphere, my Lord." She curtseys low, showing reverence to the thing that controlled their fates. "I am Sansa Stark, and I have come here on behalf of your citizens and those you have pulled from our worlds both. We are dying, My Lord. Every one of us, some of us faster than others, disappearing in the blink of an eye. We have lost the places we have come to call our homes, and now we lose our friends and family. What can we do, to stop this slow slaughter? How can we help you help us?"