Sansa's tricks seem to be working. Sina's eyes are fixed on her. In a moment, her legs start to kick happily. She is too young to smile or laugh, so instead, she dances.

Pel grins as she sorts Sansa's gifts into stacks. She holds up one of the gowns to admire it. "These are beautiful," she says softly. "Do you see this, little girl? Your mother and father grew up with so very little, but you will be dressed like a princess."

That might be an exaggeration, but Pel doesn't show it. She glows as she folds the gown and sets it in the 'clothes' pile.