Chris doesn't fight the smile building and orders them another round of cappuccinos. He can feel her relaxing in the back of his mind, although he doesn't need his powers to tell that. She's gone from wary to outright holding his hand. Hands, plural, and not to eager to let go. He wondered when the last time someone showed her basic human decency was, considering how affection starved she was. What her life must have been like. And was like, if she's been holding onto that fear for the nine months she was here.

He was quite sure he was the first man Sansa had ever had to teach to sew, the caliber of the men from her world did not seem stellar. She wanted something new? Alright, he was going to get her something new every time he saw her. Which, really shouldn't be that hard considering what a force of habit she seemed to be. That she felt she had to be.

"No man has ever asked you how to sew before?" Shocked, yeah he was shocked. The men in your world, suck Sansa. "What happens when something needs to be fixed?"