Sansa had already stood from the table. She'd moved to the fireside, considering the merits of picking up this or that piece of embroidery. The busywork would see her through the night, as she doubted she would sleep. Perhaps she thought he'd already left by the time his question was asked.

When she looked at him, her eyes were wet. They hadn't yet dared to drop a tear. That would be for later, when the seriousness of her misstep haunted her most. When she was alone, again.

"Y-yes. Of course. Off the courtyard, but...it hasn't been used, I don't think, since Jon Arryn was in residence."