"I suppose that makes two of us. My entire family is good in a fight, but it's not where I'm strongest. Give me a bit of time and I can make a potion. Last time someone handed me a sword I got disarmed in less than 10 seconds." Aren't you glad you're putting your trust in someone with such fighting skills Sansa? "Maybe we should start a running club."

Then Chris clocked what she had said, and was putting together the pieces of what her world might have looked like. Queen, knight, bow. Oooooh. Okay, he was slow sometimes. He looked at her for more than a moment, like he was trying to figure out her measurements beneath the layers and layers of fabric she had wrapped around her. Exactly how much did that dress weigh anyway?

Wrapping his hand around hers, he took a few steps, hoping he was going in the right direction of where ever that tea shop was. "I promise, though, I can and will protect you." If he could take passengers, it would be a whole lot easier, but he'd have to think his way through anything. Or telekinetically shove them through a wall. That worked too.