Sansa isn't used to travelling in slums and she's grateful that her companion appears to be more than capable of defending them both. She schools her face to be open and kind; the last thing these people need is someone else wearing a Jewel that seems to be looking down their nose at them. She herself knew nothing of magic until arriving here some weeks ago, after all, and she thinks that makes her no different than the landen she's aiding now.

"I'm grateful you've come to help me. I'm not certain I would have been brave enough to come alone," Sansa admits. "I wanted to, though, because I think it's a bit ridiculous that men stronger than I wouldn't come here to help people just because they're a bit different. If I've the mettle to do it, they ought to have the same."