"Ice because Winterfell is full of ice, I imagine, but I am also cold as well," Sansa says. "We talked of thawing, bit by bit. I think the gods of this place find themselves amusing giving me only ice when most of the people I know, including Jon, can control fire instead. Ice is not quite as useful except, perhaps, to freeze a person in their steps."

Sansa tentatively reaches out to touch his hand again.

"I did ruin this by talking about my past. I should have kept it secret. I usually keep it secret, actually, but you are surprisingly easy to talk to. None of the things I have shared with you must be shared with anyone else. They are weaknesses of mine and show that I am fragile as birds' wings."