3.) SANSA
Sansa descended the stairs of the crypt, she was sure she would find Jon by Lyanna's tomb, and as she reached the end of the long hallway, she saw him there. For a moment, she stood by his side without speaking, watching the torchlight flicker across the carved stone face of her aunt. Finally, she broke the silence.
"We need you with us Jon. The living need you."
He looked at her sadly,
"Ever since Bran told me, I've felt a constant pull drawing me down here Sansa. She's my mother; I just want to be near her. And I'm sure you can manage the demands of a few lords and ladies, you don't need me beside you all the time."
How could she draw him back? She had to make him understand how much he was needed.
"Jon, all I've been doing is managing, the lords and ladies grow restless without your presence, and they want you…not me"
"Sansa, you're the Lady of Winterfell, you're Ned Starks daughter, what can they want with me that you can't give them?"
"They don't see me that way Jon, they don't say it out loud but I know what they're thinking. I'm too much a lady, not enough a warrior, I was too long in King's Landing and became too southern in their eyes, I have too much of the Tully looks and I'm too many times married for their liking. They don't trust me, they don't love me like they do you Jon."
He's looking at her sadly now. "Sansa, how can that be true, you won back Winterfell for them, you've watched over it so well while I was away, they must see that."
"I won back Winterfell with an army from the Vale, and I was only meant to rule Winterfell until you came back Jon. You're back, now they want you to be their king again."
"Just leave me down here a little while longer Sansa, I'll come back, I promise. I just need a little while longer."
She leaves him then, hoping that he heard her this time. She needs her brother back.