Standing at the base of the old tree, Sansa Stark felt a familiar sense of sadness rush through her. She should have felt empowered, she thought, felt reassured by the presence of the Godswood. Reassured by the old gods. Her gods. Her father's gods.
At that thought, a soft sob broke through the mouth of the young girl; a tear slithered down her face. She felt so lost here, in King's Landing. She had no one. Her father was gone. Lady was gone. Arya was gone. Sandor was gone. Though Ser Dontos was full of promises and claimed to be her Florian, there was a part of her that realized he was a drunk and there was really very little chance of her ever escaping this horrid place, ever returning to Winterfell...but there was no hope for that.
Since the Battle of Blackwater, Sansa had been to the Godswood often, returning again and again in her loneliness. She hadn't realized how much The Hound had meant to her, but without his constant 'little bird's and seeing his rough visage about King's Landing, a part of her felt strangely empty.
And since he had offered to help her escape, a part of her felt helpless.
Sansa sobbed again, trying hard to fight the tears.
She had felt so alone already after the death of her father, direwolf, and the disappearance of her sister, but the knowledge that she could've had Winterfell again...that was what hurt the most. She should have gone with him, Sansa thought, but...they would have found her again. Winterfell, she had told herself, was the first place Joffrey and his men would search for her. Unfortunately, it was too obvious a place to hide.
Another sob, the tears were freely streaming down her face now. Sansa collapsed against the tree she had been praying at, openly sobbing now. Oh Gods, don't let one of Joffrey's men find me here now...She knew sometimes she was followed here. It was unfortunate she wasn't allowed to pray alone without prying eyes – these were not the gods of the men in Joffrey's employment.
As Sansa leaned against the tree, she felt a sort of energy shared between herself and the forest. Perhaps, she thought, there was hope after all. While her father's gods, her gods, had not saved Eddard Stark, perhaps they would be kind enough to save one Sansa Stark.