Sansa gasps a little when the cup explodes and pulls away for a moment. It's a shock, to be certain, but people have different magic than she does and perhaps this is what Chris is good at besides appearing out of nowhere and making potions.

"Sorry, I think I'm all right. Just a bit shocked, is all. Arranged marriages are...common where I come from and especially when you have a particularly important claim of land such as I have. I know that isn't the case in other places where people have love matches."

She looks at the shards of the cup. "I wouldn't suppose you can repair that, no? I can only make ice."