"They can see me," Sansa says. She's still playing her usual card, sounding innocent and oblivious and just a bit stupid, but there's some force behind it, too. Just because she plays the game differently doesn't mean she's not Eddard Stark's daughter: doesn't mean she hasn't inherited at least some of his dogged loyalty and sense of honour. Luna is her friend, the best friend she's got in this place, and she won't let her disappear the way she let Jeyne disappear. She won't.

She grabs Luna's hands tightly, meeting the other girl's eyes. There's steel in her look, behind the blithe innocence of her smile.

"And I can see you. Not all the time, maybe not even absolutely every day, but, Luna, you came back. You're one of so few people I lost who came back."