"Yes, you'd have to be discreet," Sansa says, winding ribbon around her fingers to curl it before crafting an elaborate bow to decorate one of Derek's pink boxes. She likes doing things like this and she's had more of an opportunity to do it here in Cadelle than she has had in Westeros of late. Being Lady of Winterfell hasn't left her with much idle time.

"What happens when you come out of being a wolf? If my questions are too personal, please don't feel obligated to answer. I've just never met anyone who could change forms before. It's fascinating to me and I find myself nearly bursting with questions I want to ask."

Sansa smiles a bit, one corner of her mouth quirking up. "I wish I could turn into a wolf. It would have solved a great many problems back home."