"Of course it did," she insisted. "This way, if word gets 'round to someone who would do me harm -- well, perhaps they'll think twice about daring a knight who has had such bright words ascribed to him."

Sansa was not comfortable with revealing the machinations behind her decisions. It felt an awful lot like stripping away protective layers: cloaks and gloves and boots and revealing the skin beneath. But she resigned herself to sharing some things with him simply because they had to survive this road together. Just like Lord Baelish had revealed some things to her on their journey from the capital.