There were so many answers -- and so many of them were true. Because she owed Arya, or because he protected her, or because she was lonely. Or because she hated Joffrey. Sansa tilted her head back so she could watch his face. In the light, he looked even more like Renly. More of a Baratheon than Cersei's children, that's for certain.

She had to tell him something. But all the little truths revealed too much. What was safe to say? "You were a friend to the Stark girl." Her voice clattered upon the name with such passion. "And the North remembers."

The Eyrie was not North, per se. But it was more north than many a place. And the Fingers, where her fake-father was from, was more north still.