Sansa lifts her hands to cast the spell. It feels foreign, to know power can ebb and flow with little more than a motion and a thought but she supposes it's something she must get used to if she's going to live among the Blood and wear one of their Jewels. She can feel the power of Bucky's Red, too, underneath her own Purple Dusk. It's much richer and darker than hers, a deeper well of power.

"It should begin to feel warm after a bit here," Sansa explains. "If I've done my bit correctly, that is. We cannot guarantee that, after all - I am very new to this particular bit of Craft."