Idle, almost, in her demeanour -- or as idle as Sansa ever got -- she reached for the chalk and slid it smoothly out of his fingers. She rounded off the U in YOU. She added a dot at the very end. And she added soft embellishment, underlining both words. Yes! She liked pretty things. Even now she felt driven to make the letters lovelier.

"Are they?" Her eyes dipped from slate to him and back again. At first, she seemed to only be polite in her query. But then! Ah! After a moment, she stiffened. "They're big, aren't they? Your mirrors. Big enough for you to travel through. By the Seven..." A mild oath! But then she can hardly disguise a sudden grip of jealousy.

"And you are tall. Can you see your whole self in them, Gendry?"