"Perhaps I should be proud of the skill but it's something I've learned simply because it must be done, not out of any desire to somehow be extraordinary at anything. Duty is more of a driving factor than desire or ambition."

Still, she cannot help but have a ghost of a smile for a moment before it fades away. It is nice to be complimented for something even if it's a skill she's developed out of necessity and not out of joy. When they approach the first house, Sansa takes the lead and introduces herself to the landen couple who lives there. They are suspicious and she believes she would be as well; why trust those who keep you oppressed? Still, after a gentle reassurance she only intends to help, they are allowed to work on the warming spells.

"It's better, I've found, if you use an object people gather around anyway. It seems less obtrusive," she says. She casts her glance around the small home before finding a small table that some couches are gathered around. "Here, let's cast the spell. You're darker than I am. Yours will last longer than mine but I can lend you my strength all the same."