"--Where do I start?"

She walked to his side. And in doing so she gathered all her courage into one ball. Into one place. For all they'd talked on the road and for all she'd already depended upon him, she'd been conspicuously distant. Warmer, always, with the wolf than she was with him. And so she should be.

Sansa spared a glance for the creek -- felt the dryness of her mouth -- but decided that if he would wait until his armour was off, then so would she.