At first, she'd winced with every clang. It wasn't a pleasant noise. And as she teetered on the edge of such a thirst, she found it roused an awful ache in her head. Her temples thudded with pain because of just how much she now craved cool water from a crystal stream. In her mind, an idyllic outdoor setting must have a dozen babbling brooks within a few square miles.

After a short spat of walking, she piped up: "We are aiming for the Station, are we not?" Sansa sounded hopeful.