Sansa looked up, and she nodded just slightly. "I did, too. And a sister. It's- It's just Jon, now." Her brows furrowed as she tried to find the right words. "I think you're a survivor," she said after a moment. "You're strong. Solid. Your family was wrong, Peeta."

She smiled, small and tired-looking. "My family-- They were good. My father was the King's Hand, and I was-" And she looked away.

"You did prove her wrong," she said again, with a small nod. "And I'm glad you're here."