He offers his hand and Sansa thinks for a moment before she touches it again, pressing her palm against his. She wore gloves at Winterfell and now having bare hands is so novel and different - especially when she hasn't touched anyone in longer than she can remember. Not a touch she wanted, anyway.

He offers his drink and she takes a sip. It takes her a moment to decide if she likes it but unlike the ale at the Wall, this drink is one she likes.

"It is...different but I think I like it. I wish we had this at home. I think it would keep me quite warm in Winterfell."