Sansa knows this. She understands what she's being offered right now, here in this room, and she truly wants to admit to the truth — but her fears remain strong even now.

Her eyes start to sting from tears threatening to rise up.

"I do not feel courageous, my lady," she answers, her voice trembling. "I did nothing to stop it, I only ran. I am still running, and I don't know if I'll ever stop running, I'm—"

This is not how Sansa thought this conversation would go. She loses her poise and touches her knuckles to her cheek, brushing away tears that have yet to fall. "My lady, I promise you. I swear to you, if he ever dares to harm me I will kill him myself. I'll feed him to Lady first thing."