What honesty! If he'd merely hoped to curry favour, he might have played up his role as protector. But his actual words brought a tense smile to her mouth. They sounded spot on -- blow for blow Arya Stark.

"It's late." She peered back over her shoulder. "And I fear Mord is growing less and less complacent with my visits -- I know he knows about them. He snores louder when I come up the stairs. But I will be back. Hopefully with your key."

She may not have been the one whose room opened up to the sky, but Sansa was suffering from vertigo i this very moment. These words were some of the most bold and decisive she'd ever spoken. She was a conspirator, now. She was no longer a pawn.

Or so she believed.