His new dome was at least clean and there were no signs of his earlier habit of drinking. Still, he had isolated himself to grieve for the disappearance of his wife, even if they had at least reconciled before she was taken. He hadn't been sleeping well and there were bags under his eyes when he greeted Sansa.

He frowned at the clothes Eponine had left in front of his dome, but said nothing for now. He didn't need them, he didn't want them. They were reminders of a past he was eager to leave behind. "Are you worried I'm starving myself?"