"--I get sick at sea," she said, pitifully. As if it was the only thing she could truly commit to this conversation. If she was honest with herself (although she rarely was) then she had to admit there was a spirited appeal in what the Captain described. And a boat, she thought, might have helped her and Ser Gendry. Maybe they should make for a coast...

Sansa cradled the locket in her lap. "I spent most of my life travelling very little. But now it seems to be all that I do. Where have you travelled, Captain?"