You're not dressed for the cold, either. It might not surprise you to hear that this is light weather, what persists outside.

[ she even smiles, just a little. the cold is home, she had not known life without it since she was a girl. and hadn't she endured the sweltering heat of king's landing? choosing to keep her full sleeves because she wants to remain northern, even if she hadn't realised it then. even her lighter garments were fuller than the lengths her peers had worn in court. certainly fuller than what the lady margaery herself had worn; she is from the reach, sansa will not judge their fashions. (how could she? she wears her northern braids so proudly. perhaps margaery had, too.)

but then she notices his leg, and sansa's smile turns. ]

And you're injured. How...? Should I find you a healer? Are you in pain?