There's a procession to welcome Danaerys and all her forces into Winterfell. Danaerys receives a cold greeting both from the weather and the people, but is continuously reassured by Jon and her advisors. The make it to the castle and Sansa and Bran are waiting for them. Jon runs over to Bran and hugs him.
Jon: You're almost a man grown.
Bran: Almost.
Jon embraces Sansa, then beckons Danaerys over.
Jon: Queen Danaerys of House Targaryen, my sister Sansa Stark, the Lady of Winterfell
Danaerys smiles sweetly: Thank you for inviting us into your home, Lady Stark. The North is as beautiful as your brother claimed, as are you.
Sansa raises an unimpressed eyebrow and studies Danaerys up and down before pasting on a sweet smile to match: The North is yours, Your Grace and welcome. We are so (Sansa misses a beat, refusing to say grateful) fortunate, that you have accepted my brother's invitation to come to Winterfell.
Jon clears his throat, uncomfortable: Where's Arya?
Sansa shrugs: lurking somewhere.
Jon was really looking forward to seeing her right away: It's been six years...
Sansa can see that he's a bit hurt: I'm sure she just wanted to meet you on her own terms. She'll find you when she's ready.
Jon nods: And Rickon?
Sansa: He took his pack hunting a few days ago.
Jon: A few days? And he's not back yet?
Sansa gestures toward Bran: We've been keeping an eye on him. It's getting harder and harder to find food.
Bran: We don't have time for all this. The Night King has your dragon, he's one of them now. The wall has fallen, the dead march South
They all stare at Bran for a moment.
Sansa: Our brother, your grace, Brandon Stark. (Sansa cannot say "Lord of Winterfell" since he's refused it, so instead continues with:) The Three Eyed Raven.
Danaerys: Three Eyed Raven (Bran nods) What is that?
Sansa: Nobody really knows. Come (Sansa gestures inside the castle) Warm yourself by our hearth.
