Sansa peers at Jon's hand and watches as the flame flickers there. It is a useful thing to be able to carry fire in a castle this cold and Sansa thinks she will have to look into this magic even if she is so, so wary of it after everything she's seen. She presses her lips together as she watches the flame.

"I will have to learn it. Magic isn't something I'm comfortable with," Sansa admits. If she can admit a weakness, she can do it to Jon. "But if it is something that will gain me respect and some modicum of power to protect myself, I will do it."

"I will get my own rooms. That way, if you tire of the man you're rooming with, you may always come to me."