Sansa Stark was always soft-spoken and sweet, even if she had started to avoid him after she grew up due to his bastardy. Her body was almost completely covered in numerous wounds, scars, and old bruises, some of which were badly healed or not at all. She had clear traces of being violated repeatedly, and all of her recent wounds were either bleeding or infected. Thankfully, her body had unusually strong vitality despite the clear signs of malnourishment, and her blood was infused with magic. This was most definitely a side effect of what happened during the ritual and would most probably help Sansa on the road to recovery. He tried to wandlessly cast a few healing spells, but the magic dissipated before the spell construct was fully formed. He wasn't sure if it was the remains of the ritual itself or if something was fucking with magic in general, but he sighed.