(She would never! The shift covers her quite well - save for when she moves. Then it rides up her ankles and her wrists, showing much more than she would like in the way of scars. But with how she is currently sitting, she is covered and safe from prying eyes.)

I have learned how to wield a sword. I have little talent, but I feel safer knowing I can defend myself enough to get away.

(Sansa nods and picks up a seashell, examining it idly.)

The Westerosi seasons last for years at a time. But the North was never warm enough for there to be no snow. It varied, as seasons are prone to do, but now that true Winter is upon us, it is falling thickly.

(She almost smiles.) I'm sure one of the sillier songs I once knew made drowning sound beautiful. It can't be. I would much prefer to avoid it.