"No need to worry. The Church's healers barely managed to reattach them. I survived to fight another day… though they'll never be quite the same again."
Frey let out a relieved breath .
Glad the High Warden hadn't been crippled because of him.
"What's the situation?"
Sansa asked as Oliver pulled up a chair and sat beside them.
"The last battle caused a huge stir. And now… the fact that Sansa holds demonic power is no longer a secret."
Oliver's words made Frey narrow his eyes.
"So what do we do now?"
It was a fair question.
Things weren't going to be simple.
"A lot of powerful people are demanding Sansa's execution. They see her as a ticking time bomb."
"But she's in control now. She's not a threat anymore,"
Frey argued.
Oliver nodded.
"That's true—but we don't have proof. Especially with how different she looks now."
He glanced at Sansa .
A girl who had completely transformed.