"Your Grace," Catelyn says back, curtsying to Daemon in response. To Sansa, she gives a lingering hug because she hasn't seen her in moons and it had been years before that. Sansa inhales her scent and memorizes the feel of her gown, the way her arms feel around her. It's been too long since she's seen her lady mother and living in the south now, she won't see her nearly as often.

"Your Grace," she says to Sansa, her smile wide. Sansa shakes her head no. "Mother, never. I'm always Sansa. I am never your grace as far as you're concerned. I am not a queen with my own family. I am just a daughter and a sister. When we're inside and settled, I have news for everyone."

It's hard to keep it secret but she wants to tell about being with child while surrounded by her family ensconced in the warm walls of Winterfell, not out in the chilly bailey. Jon and Robb are there too and Arya, looking lean and more like a rogue than a princess. She greets them all warmly with hugs, even Arya, and it's only after she's done with her family that she notices the Dragon Queen, aloof with her own contingent of Dothraki. She greets her politely.

"Queen Daenerys of Astapor," she says, tipping her head. "It is good to meet you. I have heard much about you and your dragons."