"We ought to aim for somewhere," she insisted. And then immediately regretted owning any sort of opinion. Hadn't she told every individual on the lockets that she would trust her fate to the knight? It was disingenuous for her now to question his heading. So she looked sheepish, tucked her arms behind her back, and would not catch Gendry's eye.

"Not that I disagree," Sansa tried to mend the damage she imagined must have been dealt. "That is, you're right in that the obvious move is not necessarily the safest." -- even the humblest pieces can have wills of their own. And that was what they now were: humble pieces on their own, torn between what everyone else was telling them to do and what felt right. But her heart ached to see her sister again, and if meeting Thranduil at the Station brought her nearer to that...

"The Kingslayer will only expect us to go to the Station," she sounded heartbroken as conceded the point. They were two lost souls and their best strength, she thought, might come from refusing to make the moves others expected from them.