"Oh," she said again. And for once she felt the absurdity of her repetition. Sansa wanted to leap up and leave her chair, but she forced herself to stay immaculately still. Her fingers curled 'round the chair's arms. She would not embarrass the both of them by making such a massive matter of it all. "Then I imagine it looks appropriate to how it was...handled, then. Apologies. I meant no offence. Honest."