Sansa had spent long enough inside the train cars, where most of her fellow Travelers had packed themselves into, enjoying the commodities they offered. Sansa had sat with the for a while- but only for the light that the cars offered. Things always seemed so dark, she had to bask in it while it lasted. But after a few hours, it began to feel unnatural, and she had to get out.

So she slides out of her seat without excusing herself from the conversations that were going on, and steps out of the car, breathing in the fresh air. She wishes she could stand here forever- eyes closed, breathing in the nights cool air and listening to the bugs. But she had other matters to attend to. Were the Gods watching her here too? Regardless, it seemed wrong not to pay her respects to them. They died for something.

Joscelin can probably hear her coming- she's a no better sneak than a liar, and her dress drags through the grass. But she still gets close enough to catch him reaching in to touch the bodies. Cue the pointed stare.