Sansa breathes a huge sigh. She turns the handkerchief over in her hands. "It's very good," she murmurs, but it's a comment said distractedly.

"I do not wish to be caged," she says. "I have been caged here for a long time. Now I make bars and locks of doubts and fears. It is not easy, but-- there are things that must be done, correct?"

She looks over at Sam, sure that he knows this.