"I am glad I know both of you." she stubbornly uses the present tense, refusing to acknowledge Maedhros's death. His spirit cannot be slain by fire and as long as it survives, he survives.

"Good." Sansa breathes out in relief and rises, seeking out the best footing to join him, their dinner in her arms. She slips a little on a rock and catches herself with an embarrassed flush.

"I think I will be more graceful on dry floor!"