Snow began to tremble, and she didn't understand. It was not fear. At least, not one that she could explain. It was nerves. Shyness.

Anticipation.

Slowly, carefully, she stepped closer and into Sansa's arms, wrapping her own around the other girl's waist. At first she was stiff, tense, not sure if this was something she really wanted to go through with. But Sansa was soft, and her hair smelled nice and before Snow could look too hard at what she was thinking and why, she hid her face against Sansa's shoulder.