Sansa didn't mind the heat so much. It was true that she had spent most of her childhood in Winterfell but the last few years had been spent in King's Landing which had helped her to adapt to warmer weather enough that she wasn't in shock when she ended up somewhere a lot warmer. Still, she was aware of the fact that her hair was damp against the nape of her neck as she walked down the street with a curious gaze going this way and that.

Then she caught sight of someone walking around without a shirt on and she did a mild double-take when she noticed the scars as well. Of course, she recognized the man and she found herself calling out to him before he could get too far.

"Thorfinn!"