"Gods," Sansa said, drawing in a deep breath, her eyes growing slightly wider. Lifting a hand, she rested it briefly against Ilithyia's arm. It was a terrible thing, a dead husband, a lost child, and she felt for them as deeply as she could when she knew so little. More than that, though, she was just grateful that no harm had come to Ilithyia in all that had happened. She would never have known the difference, of course, but even so, it was relieving, knowing that her friend was alright, no matter how lucky the escape. "That is fortunate indeed. I'm glad that you did."