"My in— Oh," Sansa responds, cheeks flushing a touch darker now. She had kissed Jason outside of Lady Randvi's home; had she seen them together? It was quite late into the night, but winter nights with the moon out can seem like twilight, and the Aurora lights were out then too. Had Lady Randvi been awake at the time?

She can't admit to it, not yet. If Lady Randvi doesn't mention it, Sansa doesn't have to confess to it. And Jon — he would be so upset that Sansa hasn't yet told him. She grips the back of the chair nervously.

"Ser Red has not been untoward, my lady," Sansa admits with honesty, at least. "He's been firmly respectful in truth, despite my interest. Is he unwelcome?"