"I would rather collect predators as friends than foes, then. I can imagine Lady could do a bit of damage if she chose to. Luckily, she's well-behaved for the most part even if Tyrion tries to pretend she's going to take his arm off from time to time."

Sansa looks over the beautiful scenery, taking it all in. She'd never have seen anything like this in Westeros and she wishes there was a way to capture it perfectly in case she never comes back. Even a drawing wouldn't do it justice.

"I tried to be with him," she says softly. "I failed. I thought with all the training and everything, I wouldn't be afraid any longer, but I guess it doesn't work that way. It was different when we were by ourselves. He told me it didn't matter to him and he loved me anyway but it mattered to me. I thought I'd defeated...it."