He smiled at the prince, nodding his head in recognition. "Will you be able to be here until the wedding, father?" Sansa looked up at the man, her silver eyes filled with concern. But he returned her worried expression with a warm one. "I hope so. But with demons, you never know. He could come for me today, and it could be a year from now." With a sigh, the girl leaned against her father, his hand running over her tattered wings. "Lets fix those, shall we?" He chuckled as he ran his hand across them, feathers suddenly filling them. Sansa extended them slowly, looking back to observe them. "Thank you, papa."