The way they celebrated birthdays here was slightly different from name days back home, but it was close enough, the idea the same, that it was one custom Sansa had been able to pick up on with relative ease. Of course, there were few people for whom she'd have actually gone out of her way to do something about it, but Ophelia was someone she had come to care about in the time they'd known each other in Darrow, a friend when she'd gone a while without having any. So, although she hadn't yet come up with a suitable gift, she thought she might as well stop by Ophelia's apartment and wish her the best, really, the least she could do.

She wasn't expecting to see a small child open the door, a woman looking old enough to be her mother standing in the room behind her.

"Hello?" Sansa said, confused, then stepped back to check the number on the door again. It was the one she had intended to go to, that she'd have sworn she had been to before, but, frowning, thought that perhaps she was somehow mistaken. There was no other explanation she could see for the scene in front of her. "I'm sorry, do I have the wrong apartment?"

[Both, either, whatever, gimme! :D]