[ Though Jaime takes note of her advice not to force himself, he finds his head turning sharply at the word better. The edges of his eyes move in slightly, his brows tightening in the smallest measure, but he says nothing to disprove it. (Not yet, anyway.) ]

I can only be the man I am, Lady Sansa. [ The expression he wears isn't quite grim, but it isn't quite happy, either. The man he is isn't better, isn't even good; she'll know this, maybe, in time. She'll know that Tyrion believes in him for a lie, and Jaime has never deserved him. ]

But I promise not to hurt you. And I'll help where I can.

I pledged to ride North to help you. In a way, if you believe in that sort of poetic nonsense, this place is part of that journey, anyway.

[ With that, Jaime moves to get to his feet, left hand pressed to the ground and knees straightening as he stands at his full height. ]

Will you stay here?