Sansa is ensconced on the sofa when Cal comes in and she motions him close so that he might be able to see James and talk with them for a moment. She is glad for all the visitors who have come, truly, and she beams whenever she gets a chance to show off her son.

"Come see him. He's the most beautiful child I've ever seen but I also know I'm biased. My son, after all."

James, for his part, looks up with sleepy blue eyes and stretches just a bit, wriggling in Sansa's arms.