[She will accept the hug gladly. It's been far too long since she'd hugged any of her siblings or heard their voices. She just wanted to go home. It was too early for that. She had many names to offer up to the Gods... many people who had to pay for what they'd done to their family.]

Home would be nice. It would be a sight better than some of the places there are out there.

[Harrenhall had been hell, one she was glad she'd escaped alive. There were other hells out there, she imagined. Such as what she'd seen at The Twins... he and her mother were -

No. She wouldn't think of that right now. That's what she liked about these places that her Lady writer sent her to, the chance to see her family happy and whole again. She might hug him a bit more readily than she would have so long ago, before their father had died and before so much had happened.]

My Lady Writer intends to send me a place where people can see dreams... Jon is there already.