He glanced at her, uncertain where this night's discussions had gone and why misery seemed to always be around some corner of conversation. As ever, he wasn't eager to pursue that. So he rose stiffly if not awkwardly.

"As you say. Well past my bed time, I think." Or guessed, rather. Time was a tricky thing down here. "Sleep well, m'lady."

Whether he called her Sansa or not, those last three words always punctuated their partings after these lessons, whether their nights were of the lighter sort or the heavy.