Your Kisses Hard Like Armor

For several long moments, Jon can only stand and stare at her, looking nearly like a startled stag. Would that make her the huntress? Sansa smiles at the notion. His face is streaked with grime and sweat and even blood. The girl Sansa was, the girl Jon had known so long ago, would have shuddered delicately and turned away in distaste. The woman Sansa is drops the cloak wrapped around her nude body and opens her arms to him.