This desk was not so ergonomic as the one back in the dwarven city. Sansa, propped up in her chair, found it easier to pull the book forward and let its spine rest against the desk's edge. Then, it could lean between them. Visible to both. She settled her fingertip beneath the first few words: once upon a shimmering sea. But she did not prompt him to read. Not yet.

"Mirrors!" She echoed. "How will mirrors help?" Unless, she surmised, they helped like Stiles's mirror-magic helped. But she feigned that ignorance as well, and waited for Ser Gendry to otherwise enlighten her.