[Claire frowns as she looks upon this face. Jeyne? Her eyes flick to Theon as he explains, and some more of the impossibly large puzzle clicks into place.]

So this poor girl was wed to Ramsay instead of Sansa, in your world.

[Awful, to feel that pang in relief in her chest, but at least in some world Sansa was spared. She doesn't know Jeyne Poole and would choose Sansa without hesitation, but no one deserved to be wed to a beast.

Mary Hawkins comes to mind, briefly, and Claire brushes the memory away as she tucks a wayward curl behind her ear.]

You saved Sansa. Some version of you did, at least. Did you try to save her? Jeyne?

[Why else would he bring her here? If he failed, or let Ramsay have her way with her, she doubts he'd want to show her.]