Sansa stayed close to the door -- gratified to see her gift put to sudden use. She may have spent most of her life in Summer, but it was hard to do away with a prejudice so ingrained in her blood. What a southerner, she thought, in spite of the fact that she would have felt the chill just as keenly were their positions reversed.

She would have work to do. She would have to convince Petyr to let him have the western wing, perhaps. Keep it under guard, if he so desired. But Gendry had to be out of this cell. But before she left, she had one last question: "Did you protect her? Lady Arya?"

Did she even need protecting?