I remained in the comfort of his embrace as I calm my nerves and just take in what has happened. It is real and I am back, I am free. So much has happened in a short time, but my entire life after leaving Winterfell as been as such. This life will be my own to decide, but for these few moments I take comfort in knowing that, at least for now, we are all alive and safe.

I was not sure how much time had passed, but it was still dark. Opening my eyes once again, I see that the others have circled us and I know it is almost time. Not leaving his arms, I look at the Mother and ask, "What do we need to do before the others come?"

"Just to review a bit, but first, how are you feeling?"

I smile softly for a moment, "Free. I feel free. No more pain or scars, I feel reborn, and ready."

"Good, for in a few minutes we will be joined by Jon and Arya. Once we fill them in on everything, your father will be joining us. This is where you must take charge and decide how to proceed. Know that we are here, will always be here, but this path is yours to decide."

"I understand, and I am so happy you will all be with us, for I truly do not believe we could survive more loss. I would not survive it." Taking a moment, I breathe deep and let myself relax. Rather than the nervousness or fear I expect, I feel excitement, and a confidence I had never felt before. They were right, this path was mine to travel and never again would I do it alone. With Jon and Arya with me, I knew we would not fail. Before I could say anything else, I hear footsteps coming closer, first slowly then I look up to see Arya running toward me with Jon not far behind. I quickly get to my feet, just as Arya throws herself into my arms, taking us both to the ground in a fit of laughter. Jon kneels on the ground and gathers us both in his arms.

After a few minutes of just taking each other in, Jon is the first to speak, "This is real? We are truly back? Home again?"

I look at him and see a look of hope with a hint of fear. Smiling at him, I am quick to reassure, "We are home, this is real. We are real."

Before we get too wrapped in one another, the Mother speaks, "Our children, we must make haste before the sun rises."

Looking up, I see the four of them around us and smiling. Not able to resist, I untangle myself so I could stand and wrap my arms around each of them for a moment. "Thank you. All of you. There is no way for me to express the gratitude I feel in having my home and family back."

Arya and Jon stand up with me, and I realize they must just now be truly seeing them all for the first time. I cannot help but smile as I explain, "Your eyes do not deceive you for they are the Old Gods. I know you thought them just a dream, but they are real and they have brought us home again. You must have questions, and you will have answers, but we must hurry as father will join us soon and we must be prepared."

Arya looks at me as I mention our father, "Will he remember too?"

"No, he will not, but he must still know what has happened. However, he must learn it from us. I know it is a confusing, but please, do as they are about to ask and you will understand."

Jon places a hand on my shoulder, "If you say it is to be done, then just tell us what we must do."

"Jon, how do we even…"

"Arya, how can you question this? Question her? Especially now. Look at us, we are but children once more, we are home. I know you have questions, as do I, but I know she is right. Let us do this, we owe it to her."

Arya lets her shoulders sag as I see the tension drain out of her. She turns to me, "I am sorry Sansa, I know you are right. What must we do?"

"It is alright, I know you just want to protect us all, but we are safe once again. There will be plenty of time for you to fight later, I promise." I smirk at her just a little, it feels good to tease her once more.

She smirks back at me a bit then grabs Jon's hand in her own. "What do we do?"

Before I say anything, the Mother steps forward and lays her hand on top of where theirs join, guiding them to the Weirwood tree. "Keep these hands joined then place your free hands on each side of the face. Let the tree guide you, show you the truth." As they place their hands on the tree, she steps back, and we all wait.

It is strange, knowing I had done just as they are now, putting myself in the hands of the tree and learning the truth, learning what being safe was again. All I could do was smile as we waited, knowing that while they would briefly know the pain once more, they would also know a love and security unlike any they ever had.

It is only a few minutes until I see them both move to stand up, which surprised me as I had no idea it was that fast, as it seemed so long before. Quickly rushing over, I make sure they are ok, "Are you both ok? I know it is a lot to take in at once."

Arya throws herself around me and hugs me harder than she ever has, almost too much, but I find myself hugging her back just as hard. After just a moment, I feel Jon wrap his arms around us both, hugging us tight. A few minutes pass and we slowly untangle and step back, then she takes my hand, "Sansa I am so sorry. I thought I knew, but I was wrong. I will never again doubt you, nor will I ever leave. My home is with you and my blade will be yours. The lone wolf dies…"

"But the pack survives." Jon and I both said out loud together. As we all smile at one another, the four form a circle around us.

I cannot help but ask, "Are you two really ok after that?"

Jon nods, "Aye. It was painful, but I have never felt so safe, if that makes sense."

Arya nods and takes his hand, "It was like reliving it all, but not alone. I felt as if someone was there."

I could feel a smile form on my face, "They were, they all were, and they will be right here with us through it all this time. We are not alone, never again." I turn to the Flame, "Do you have those gifts ready?" Jon and Arya look confused at my question. I turn to the Flame, "Do they not know?"

She smiles at us all, "We did not show them as we wanted one surprise for you to share with them. After all, it was your idea."

I nod my thanks and look at Jon and Arya, "We must be prepared on all levels, and that includes blades. As you no longer have those from your previous life, and we need Valyrian steel, I asked a favor, of which she granted." As I gesture to the Flame, I see the excitement on both their faces. "Jon, while you are a Targaryen, you are more importantly a Stark. I knew you would never wish to wield the old blades as they were, so she re-forged them."

She steps forward with two sheaths and nods at me as she offers them to Jon, "Sansa chose then named them for you. Your new longsword Wintertide, and dagger Verity. Fitting of a man of the North, and a true Stark."

He stares in awe for a moment then takes them from her, securing the sword to his waist and dagger to his belt on the opposite hip. Removing his sword from the sheath, I see him steel his spine, finding himself once more. He steps away so he may swing it in graceful yet strong motions, albeit a bit unsteady in his younger body, but no less sure of the movement. His eyes meet mine and I can see the question in them.

"Yes Jon, they were once Blackfyre and Dark Sister, forever changed and now truly yours."

"Sansa, I do not know what to say. I have held Valyrian steel before, but never has it felt like this, and the names, I just, thank you."

"They were made for you, are meant for you. You are the embodiment of what it means to be one of the North, and the most honest person I have ever known. Naming them was easy. To do what is right, no matter how hard, or how you must do so, is something most shy away from. You not only run toward such, you never let the truth be lost in it. Those are not only actions of a great man they are the actions of a King."

He sheaths his sword and lifts me up into a hug. It feels good to be in his arms again, safe, home, and something more that I cannot yet place. I breathe in his scent and it is the same as I remember. He has always smelled like the woods and fire, like the Earth. That smell had kept me grounded though many times and I suspect many more to come. As we part, I give him a big smile before turning to Arya.

"Sister, the bravest person I know. You saved us all once before and I know you will do your best to protect us all again. I know you have always loved the stories of old, so as a gift to you, I wanted you to share in those stories. Jon is not the only one to have blades re-forged, and now you are is his Sister in this as well."

The Flame presents Arya her sword and daggers, "You once again have Needle, but this time you will have Nameless and Memory with you. A Faceless Man in old life and in new, never forget who you are, Arya Stark of Winterfell."

The joy on her face at seeing Needle was worth everything to me. Once she had it in her hands again, she began to move, and though her body was not as before, it knew what to do as she danced and moved with it. Once she had Needle sheathed at her waist, she took the daggers and got them set on her person, one at her hip and the other on her leg. She tried them one at a time then together, using different movements to get familiar with their size and weight. A beautiful sight to behold, she was meant to do this. I tried so hard in our old life to deny that but I see it now, she is a warrior. She smiles at me as she puts both daggers away.

I could not help but smile with her, "If you are this good already, I cannot wait to see you get back to your true form."

Jon nods at me in agreement, "Aye, she is a sight is she not. In all my days Arya, I have never seen one move as you do."

"She is touched, as you all are. We each bestowed Sansa a gift, and so shall bestow one to you both. I gave you this gift in your old life Arya, and you have it again in this one. You are the fiercest fighter in the known world and we will help you reach that potential to its fullest in this life. Training will be vigorous, but you will fast reach that level of your body matching your gift. No one will be your equal this time."

"Thank you. Before, you told me I am still a Faceless Man?"

"Once a Faceless Man, always a Faceless Man. That is their way and so it is yours."

She smiles and looks to me and Jon, "A Faceless Man, but never nameless. I know who I am, who we are. We are Starks of Winterfell." I see that steel in her spine and I smile as I have my sister truly returned to me in this moment.

"You mentioned a gift to both her and Jon?"

She nods, "I did. Jon, you are already a great warrior with a huge heart to match. This is a rare feat as many ever gain either. We gift you the strength of your arm to match that of your heart. With training, no one of any size will be too much for you. As long as your heart is in it, your arm will follow."

Jon seems a bit overwhelmed at first but then smiles, "My heart has always been my biggest weakness, or so I thought. I was often told I cared too much. To have it now be my strength is something I could not even dream of. As long as I draw breath, I will fight for all I love with all I have."

Arya looked at me with question in her eyes, "Sansa, she said you were bestowed gifts too? What were they?"

The sun begins to rise and I know father will arrive any time, but they need to know. I look to the four and silently ask them to repeat what they said to me.

The Drowned God starts, "I told her you and yours will always be safe and have the wind when upon my seas."

The Flame adds, "Magic of the First Men runs through her, and with it, my Flame."

The Mother continues, "I will bless all birth in the North, from womb and from earth. Your line will grow strong and the North with it."

The Father is the last to go, and I steel myself for their response as it will be the most unexpected, "I told her I will grant her a sword arm that has no equal."

"Sansa, why would you need a sword arm? Arya? Jon? What is going on?!"

We all turn to see father looking at us with confusion. Without hesitating I run into his arms and hug him as hard as I have ever done anything, only to be knocked to the ground as I feel Arya and Jon follow suit. Father manages to arrange himself so we may all touch him and each other as we weep and laugh with joy. The look on his face shows his apprehension with a bit of fear, but he does not say anything, just comforts the three of us.

After we calm ourselves, we see the sun is rising a bit more and know we must hurry. We each take a moment to hug him on our own before I take his hand and guide him to the tree. We all sit together with him and the four circle us, though he has yet to see them.

Father looks at us all then back to me, "Sweetling, what is going on?"