Ramsay had been dealt with by Sansa, much to his relief. That night was a blur to him, as the loss of his adrenaline had left him drained and exhausted. He heard the dogs and the screams, but preferred not to ask or consider what was happening to Ramsay. It was for Sansa to do with him what she will, he wouldn't let his honor interfere.

Thinking back to his talks with the Freefolk, it left him uneasy and weighed down again by guilt. It hadn't been their fight, but he had used them as though they were his army. Because of that, so many lost their lives.

"I asked and they agreed to help." Such a simple answer. "Tormund made a better case than I did. I shouldn't have asked them. They didn't escape Hardhome to fight in my war."