Her lower lip quivered. Not with the same slushy sorrow she'd wept out when they'd encountered the dogs! No. Tonight, she felt little fear beyond the pedal note of dread that was a constant in the back of her mind. If her emotions threatened to spill out now, it was because his gratitude was moving. She'd thought, perhaps, that it was as difficult for him to give thanks as it was for her to smile honestly. So now, though her mouth trembled, she made certain she smiled.

"Well done." Sansa (only briefly!) curved her fingers over Ser Gendry's forearm. The letters were not tidy and some looked to be in the wrong case, but they were chalky proof of his own initiative. And proof, as well, that she'd managed to teach him at all. "Very well done, Gendry. You remembered they're two different words!"

Bustling with pride, she tapped the space between the THANK and the YOU. People so often smushed them together when they talked, she would not have blamed him for thinking it all one construction. And so she laid praise at his feet for small victories, letting honestly replace the empty courtesy she would otherwise have mumbled: you're welcome, Ser.