Understand it? Ah -- yes. Sansa was brimming over with understanding. But she'd let loose a little more of herself since coming here, and with him she was so very rarely the bastard Alayne Stone -- pledged to a conspirator and murderer for a father. Sitting here, looking up at him with baleful blue eyes, she was a Stark.

And so she inquired lightly for her family's cause: "You said to me when we met that your lady declared for -- that she supported the North and its King. No matter his fate."

Do you break faith with us now? -- Oh, he'd never been in her particular service. But his claim on that day had sparked a brief flicker of safety. It kindled her confidence now, on the road. And she would despair to lose it, always wondering whether a once-ally was a now a new enemy.