[sansa laughs. as they are outside the threat is too silly even to be entertained, although lady briefly flattens her ears and looks sternly into jinx's eyes.

sansa watches fondly, her smile widening as the omen-smoke resolves into a crow.]

Oh, a crow! Mine's a raven. And you're a Coldblood, that's ice and fire, and lightning too. It's good for smithing, I expect you'll be able to make very clever things. The first thing Vi said was you were brilliant.