Kash knew words were hard. He also knew words didn't say as much as people thought they did. Which meant he knew when Snow did say them, she meant them to say everything.

Sansa's gone.

Not her mama, not one of the horses, a friend. More than a friend, maybe. "One of the ones worth holding onto," he said, certain, not asking. "Feels like a bleeding hole in your chest." For him, anyway.