Your arm is broken. [ it comes out reproachful; sansa's not entirely sure if she means it in entirety. ] Are you supposed to— should it not be splinted? Why didn't you say—

[ if he means to carry on like a fool, sansa decides, she will not question it. his arm will heal; it will correct itself or it will not, and she had done her duty, she has to repeat it to herself else she'll find herself spinning around the same thought. i must be dutiful. i must be useful.

i must be more than a girl, but less than a person.

she takes her weight from him, though. discreetly lets her cloak slip more across his shoulders than hers. ]

I wasn't expecting to lie about who I am so soon. Snow. It was the first name that came to mind. Jon's the only family I know for certain who hasn't been killed.

[ oh, if she knew better. ]