When Sansa received the raven, she was sat at the fasting table with the maester and her eldest child, Rowan. She opened it, seeing that it was her husbands slanted and surprisingly neat handwriting.
My LittleBird,
I have been stuck with these bloody idiots for nearly three weeks. Remind me never again to do you a favour and visit allies. I won't be done yet for another week at the least. I miss you something awful little bird, you and our pups. I hope their doing as their told and that Rowan and Danika haven't fought to much. It's been less than a moon since I last saw you all and I cannot wait to be home.
This place is cold. Colder then Winterfell and you know how I am, these old bones don't take a chill well anymore. The bed's uncomfortable, the damn sheets aren't soft like yours. After sleeping with you, night after night for all this time, not being with you now makes me cold.
Its been so many days since I last told you how much I love you Little Bird. No matter my mood, or what I may think of my hideous self, you shut me up and tell me how it is. No matter how I am, never doubt my love for you Sansa, or for our children.
I best go sleep my love, I will be home soon. I will be home within the week, take care of yourself, the children and my daughter. Yes I know you want a lad but let this old dog have his hope of another Little Bird.
Yours until my last,
Sandor.