The words out of Ghost’s mouth left Sansa shocked and spinning. She scrabbled for anything to say, something at all. “G-Ghost, it’s you,” was the first thing out of Sansa’s mouth. Then, “You . . . you have a mate? The daughter of the Mad King?” She stepped back. How did this happen -?! “Ghost - Aerys was mad, he killed our grandfather and our uncle. Why is his daughter any different than him?” She caught her breath. “Targaryens are mad, you know this, Ghost - and she’s expecting . . . ?” Sansa’s mind whirled with accusations and queries and oh my gods my goodsister is a Targaryen. She shook her head to be rid of it all. “They want me to come to Drekistone?” she blurted, frowning. She would have been killed by the dragons if she hadn’t gotten out when she did, with Nanala and Primrose and Margaery.
“Hi Ghost, it’s nice to meet you,” Prim stepped in. “Do you know about my brothers, Tytos and Tyrion? They stayed behind during the attack.”

“The worst ones always come back.”