Sansa couldn't find her words for half a minute. She could only nod numbly, before her brother continued, "But there are a few other branches of magic that still do work," Jon unsheathed his sword and handed it over to Sansa. She carefully took it in her hands. It was a bit heavy and looked to be made of bronze. She gently ran her finger along some of the intricate veins of black spread all across the length of the blade.