When Sansa hears his first shout, she leaps from her own bed and dashes past Agatha who calls out after her, though Sansa pretends she cannot hear her. In just her white nightgown, she runs down the hall to where the yelling is coming from. Jon's rooms are full of commotion; the boy stands at the center of it all, his eyes as wild as his dark curls. A cluster of maids stand around him, one trying her best to soothe the panting boy, though he looks like in any moment he'll snap. At his either side, his hands are tightly curled into fists.

She nudges into the circle and at once a maid has her hand on Sansa's arm. "Little lady you must stay back, the boy is wild!" In truth, none of the women can understand why their Lord Stark had taken in the orphan boy on the whims of this little girl who had found him beside the river only the day before. Sansa glances at the woman's arm and sees the red, angry mark of a bite- no wonder they call him wild.

"He's my friend," she says with a shrug before she turns back to face Jon, who still yet stands there in the center of the room, looking as agitated as he had when she came in. "It's only a bath, Jon," she smiles for him as she takes a single step closer to him. Jon takes a step back, eyes narrowing, but he cannot help but to relax when he sees her smile. He doesn't quite understand it yet, but somehow he knows she's come to save him yet again. "It's alright, I'll stay with you if you'd like," she soothes as she comes closer still, reaching out to gently touch his fist. At her touch, warmth spreads through him and Jon feels... Safe. He's reminded of how he had felt the day before when he had first saw her beside the river, the sunlight glinting off her fire red hair. He's never seen hair that color before but he likes it.

"Please, stay," he whispers and Sansa is all smiles again. She stands on the other side of the sheet while he allows a maid to help him from his clothes and into the tub. The moment she hears the splash, Sansa rushes around to the edge of the tub, laughing at his surprised face. "It's warm!"

"Of course it's warm, silly!" Sansa giggles as she sinks down to her hunches, red hair tumbling over her shoulders. He may only be seven, but Jon realizes then that this girl has never known anything but warm baths and beds. He wishes he could be jealous or even angry, but staring into her bright blue eyes he feels only safety and he feels happy, too. One of the maids comes over then and sets to work washing his hair, while Sansa sits there beside the tub just talking; she tells him about her newest "brother" a boy named Theon who had come from the Iron Islands only a few weeks before. She tells him about Arya tumbling down the stairs two mornings ago chasing after Robb.

By the time she finishes her story about Arya, she's being ushered around the sheet again, this time so Jon can be pulled from the tub and dried off. New clothes borrowed from Robb's closet were brought in and he's dressed- though Jon is shorter than Robb, they fit the boy well. When the sheet is pulled down, it reveals Jon to her for the first time and a smile spreads across her lips as he looks shyly down at his feet. "You look nice!" Sansa sings and at once the boy's face lifts and lights up with a wide smile of his own. Sansa decided she wanted to do more things to make him smile. "Come! Let us go down for breakfast!" She takes him by the hand and draws him towards the door.

"Not so fast," it's Ned Stark standing there in the doorway with a smile, once again feeling that peculiar feeling as if he knew he were seeing a future of some kind when he catches sight of their interlocked hands. "You my little lady must go get dressed!" He leans in and tugs Sansa close, his giggling little girl throwing her arms around his neck for a long embrace. "Go on now, I'll take Jon down to the great hall." Sansa sighs as she draws back, but she's still smiling, knowing quite well there would be no place for a girl in her night clothes at breakfast.

"Don't be scared, I'll be with you soon." Sansa says when she turns back to Jon, once again reaching out to touch his hand. Jon smiles and he nods, her smile offering him enough bravery to fall into step beside Lord Stark or even the scariest of monsters. Somehow, she made him feel warm and strong, and he could not help but to want to never let that feeling go. After so long of being alone, being without anyone at all, Jon had almost forgotten what it was like to feel love.

They had only known one another a night, but Sansa already felt like home.