Turning to him, Sansa reaches out and took Theon's hand in hers. “He knew how much you cared for him and what our family meant to you. He knew what kind of family you came from save for Yara. I’m sure that if he comes here, he’ll forgive you. If he doesn’t, I’ll make him.” Sansa knew tricks to get her her brothers to listen to her.
“Then I’ll drop by, and I would be honored to meet your boss. If he needs more friends, I’d be willing to be his. Lead the way to where you live. I’ll get myself acclimated and come back. I promise.” She wanted to say she’d count the hours till she saw him again but held back. She would worry about those feelings later. Any friend of Theon was a friend of hers.