[Eyes trained at the sky, where the faint shape of the bird can still be seen, reflected against the sun, Sansa can't help but feel a sense of wonder; as much as magic is an unknown entity to her, as much as she is inclined to be afraid of it... that-
That didn't seem scary. That seemed like a miracle.]
... yes. [Her voice is quiet, contemplative, until she turns to Emma, eyes more focused.] What else can you do?