His eyes. They were so like hers -- Mya's -- and Sansa recalled she'd thought the mule girl rather pretty with those bright eyes. Prettier still if she'd only wear a dress. Allow her hair to grow. But perhaps she was ever doomed to see prettiness in Mya, given her blood. After all, Renly--

Sansa interrupted her own thoughts: "Mya Stone never had the chance to know Sansa Stark. That girl was gone long before I...she..." The pronouns were beginning to trouble her, and so she tried to wave them all away. And she tried to simplify the matter with three words: "I like her."