"That's so interesting," Sansa says, starting to work on the new box and tidying it up so it looks as pretty and fetching as the others she's made. It's nice to have something to do with her hands while she's talking and it makes the silences and lulls in conversation not seem so awkward.

"And it makes sense you'd lose your clothes. You'd look silly if you were a wolf wearing a shirt. I don't think wolves favor anything other than their fur coats, do they, Lady?" In response, Lady gives a dignified little woof and lays down at Sansa's feet.