(Sansa chooses to be honest. Others may rely on lies, but she has never been good at the..."art". Besides, that is a poor way to make allies and friends. Eventually the lie will be unveiled and then there will be nothing but distrust and ill feelings.)

My mother's family was raised by a large river. I liked being close to the water too and I've only minded the cold once.

(When she was trying to escape Bolton. That had been thoroughly miserable.)

The Cephea must be beautiful.