Thorfinn turned at the sound of the voice, almost expecting a head of blonde hair to be there instead of the beautiful redhead. Sometimes Sansa sounded like Arneis, he knew she didn't really sound much like her, but the part of him thats always lost in his dark dreams and old memories would overlap the two women, the same as he had once done with Margaery.

When he saw Sansa he smiled for her, he couldn't help it. The smile lit his face up in the rare way that seemed to wash the constant brood away. He moved to make his way towards her, careful not to cut anyone off or walk into anyone. When he came forward, he tipped his head for her, like her the nap of his neck, and his forehead both were damp with sweat, as was his chest but, he was not built for hot places. Even summers for him had always been more like spring.

"Good evening, Sansa." He spoke as he kept his head dipped, at least until the long blond locks started spilling over his shoulder, only then did he staighten his posture and look up at her.