“Sansa is your sister. You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both of your hearts. You need her, as she needs you.”
Ned Stark
Sansa glared at Arya, confounded to find her sister sitting on a roof, legs dangling down from the edge, with a brazen smirk etched to her mouth.
“Arya, what the in the name of the Seven are you doing perched on the roof? Get down!” How are they related, again?