[A brief stop home has Claire updating Sansa, talking as she plucks some bottles out of the tiny apothecary she's been growing in the kitchen. She reads the labels, her handwriting on each one, before placing them into her medicine box.]

He's doing as well as can be expected, given the horrors he must have experienced. I believe, in time, he can be much better. Live a decent life. It's just going to take persistence... and no one else getting their bloody hands on him.

[Ramsay. She means Ramsay. The next bottle clinks against the others as she sets it in the box with a little more force than necessary.]

It'd be so much easier if he'd just move back in.