( Sansa laughs a bit at that and lifts a hand. ) Many in Westeros would disagree with you, I'm afraid, but I'll take the compliment as intended. As to hair, I got very used to having to style it myself after I left King's Landing. Yours is not so dissimilar to mine.

( Sansa seats herself on a rock that's close to the edge of the pool and takes a section of Clary's hair between her fingers, combing it. ) The Wildlings consider red hair to be lucky, you know. They call it being kissed by fire.