"It is my sincere hope that something like this never happens again," Sansa adds, giving Vera's daughter a tip of her head in deference. "I will remember your mother, even though I never met her, because we should honor our dead. Thank you for allowing us to help."

Vera's daughter seems calmer now, pleased that the witchblood is where she can care for it, and she squeezes both Sansa and Zita's hands.

"Thank you, both of you," she says, tears shining in her eyes.