And yet she is your lady. But who was Sansa to quibble over loyalties? How many faiths had she broken since the day her father died. Lies to save and lies to hide and lies she told herself to feel better about the former two. Lord Baelish told her that some lies were love. Like, she thought, the way in which she still kept so much from Arya. But now--

"It's your sword. You know better what to do with it than I ever could, having never held one." And with that simple sentence she absolved him of his oathbreaking without exactly failing to condemn it. "Only -- only please don't swear anything to her until we are back behind Caer Glaem's walls. Please, Ser Gendry."

All she could think about was how much danger she'd be in should Daenerys learn her true name, hate it, and want to see her snuffed out. Sansa watched Gendry still and wondered if he was the sort of knight who would follow a command like that or not.