Even if she didn't need to, it seemed she did anyway. But even as he stared at the books, he knew that was one dilemma he was ill equipped to offer any sort of help with. In any case, he did not mind it greatly. He believed firmly that a person ought to work for their food and he deemed this reading business an exhausting labor of its own, so it satisfied him to know Sansa was applying herself towards something. It raised his estimation of her in his mind. The cost of her time meant more when he knew it was being spent on work than on frivolous feasts and highborn excesses.

"And copying letters? Why do that?"