2.) TYRION
Tyrion was glad to have finally broken the silence between himself and Sansa. He suspected they would need to be the cooler heads to counsel their respective queen and king. And besides that, he found it was not unpleasant to sit there next to her, though they had both fallen silent and retreated back into their own private thoughts.
She was so beautiful; it was often difficult to think of anything else when he looked at her. He couldn't help but admire her long auburn hair, the Tully blue eyes, her exquisitely long neck and perfectly formed features. But he knew it would be a mistake to be blinded by her beauty. She was a clever and resilient girl when he knew her years ago. Time and experience had honed her into a formidable woman; behind her blue eyes he imagined her mind was as sharp as a blade. He was sure she was busy working out his motivations, whether he was a threat and how to neutralize him. Not to mention Danaerys, the Queen who rode north to save Winterfell; or to invade it, depending on your perspective, he mused.
Eventually, Tyrion stood and bade Sansa goodbye, leaving her in the godswood and trudging back through the snow to the castle, he wasn't sure how she could stand to sit out in the cold for so long, he had begun to lose feeling in some of his fingers and toes.
When he is warm again in his chambers, Tyrion finds his thoughts drift back to her. He feels terrible sorrow for how she has suffered, he was a terrible protector for her, but he is glad to see her shed the vestiges of victimhood here in Winterfell among her remaining family. If anyone deserves to be reunited with their home and family he is sure it is Sansa Stark.