"It is if one wishes to do the right thing," Sansa replies easily. She glances at her spilled milk and mops it up - not fully, since they have servants here for a reason.

Then she straightens, taking a breath to steel herself as she does so. "There is a world that is waiting for me - more as a piece than a player, for the moment, but waiting for me nonetheless.

"May I keep this?" she asks, holding up the handkerchief. "For as long as it will hold?"