"Brienne. That was so, so long ago. My sister fled to Braavos," Sansa says. "And trained with the Faceless Men. She's a proper assassin now and more than capable of taking care of herself."

Sansa drinks her mead and stays quiet for a moment while she thinks about what she wants to say. Sandor Clegane isn't a man to take a compliment or a thank you. Still, she feels something is warranted knowing that he took care of her sister on the road where she could have been ransomed, forcibly married, or something even worse.

"Thank you for protecting her," Sansa says finally. "You didn't have to do that and you did."