Robin certainly believed the smith had outstayed it. He was off in a trice, gone to assemble everything else he might need to be a proper knight. Without his mother alive to keep him on her lap, he had unprecedented access to the castle. Sansa could not summon the effort to tie him to her apron strings in the way Lysa Arryn had done.

But she could be bothered to offer a sly opening to the new resident smith. "Will you be requiring anything at the forge?" She asked, by way of offering to join him there later. If even under the pretext of making a delivery.