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Thinking of him as often as she did, it was no wonder Sandor had felt like a constant presence in her life, but seeing him again after all these years nearly knocks the wind out of her. He is there, in the flesh, a tangible thing solid under her palm and warm against her cheek. Sansa grips him tighter, he returns the sentiment, and she prays silently that this time he will stay.