"You don't know me any longer," Sansa says, hurt and confused. She knows it's been a long while since she's seen Jon, years now, but she hadn't thought her face changed so much that she'd be unrecognizable. She touches her hair lightly and lets her hand drop, fisting it in the cloth she'd draped around herself.
"Jon, it's me. It's Sansa. I know I'm older now but I thought you'd know my face still."
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"Jon, it's me. It's Sansa. I know I'm older now but I thought you'd know my face still."