Hard to believe it's been months since she last set foot in Olympia. The city seems... lighter, thanks to the change in weather and the formation of the council. She wears the ring from Wyver on a chain around her neck, the only real indication that she is other in this city she'd once briefly lived in. The colors she wears--well, the rich blue fabric, embroidered in a way to appear like dragon scales is homage to her time in Essos, when travel and conquering were her constant companions. It's not so different in this world.

But neither are on her mind as she walks the streets of Olympia. Having broken off from the caravan, she left Jon to find his sister. As eager as she is to see Sansa, that would come later. There's someone else she wished to see. A woman she shares much in common with, and one who must be feeling very...

Well, it's difficult to think about Percy in stasis. Even harder to consider Theon there, as well. So she doesn't. She pushes forward, past vaguely familiar buildings until she reaches the Stark-Fraiser house.

And then she knocks.