Deeper blue eyes, like his own. It seemed strange that Sansa would find them in any way appealing, but he chalked it down to a merely unfortunate coincidence. It made for a dismaying similarity to his uncle, he supposed.

"That's well for her," he answered dully. "I hope that knight is the decent sort."

He might barely know his half-sister, but he'd rather wish her well than know her fate stuck in Westeros was to be an unpleasant one.