Sansa's though process by the end of the season:

Sansa: "So let me get this straight... my brother Bran is a three eyed raven man. Who can worg into birds and somehow speak to the dead. Only they aren't dead, you're just going back in time."

Bran: "Something like that. I'm also marked by the night king. Like I said, it's complicated!"

Sansa: "And you, Arya trained at the House of Black and White. Almost became an assassin. Killed Walder Frey and the entire Frey family. Secretly avenged Robb, mother, and all those who died at the red wedding. And traded in a wolf for a hound and a cats paw."

Arya: "If you put it like that, yeah! I also need to remember to add Littlefinger to my list. That way I can cross him off it.

Sansa: "... right. And you! YOU! Jon Snow! Or is it Jon Stark! Or Jon Targaryen at this bloody point! Or Jon 'Most likely to sit on the Iron Throne by the end of this series' Snow! Because I don't fucking know!!!"

Tormund: "She left out the part where your dead Snow. Hehe!"

Sansa and Jon both shoot Tormund an evil glare!

Sansa: "... How in SEVEN HELLS did I end up being the normal one around here. For christ sake, I've had littlefinger pulling his little finger to nearly 7 seasons..."

Sansa looks at littlefinger, flat on his back and in pain.

Sansa: "8 if he somehow survives this! Seven hells, fuck this I'm Warden of the North now!"