There was so much wrong with the words that just came out of Sansa's mouth that Chris actually gagged. His eyebrows shot up to the top of his forehead. He knew her world was whacked but this was. Well. Really whacked. "Okay, see, my grandfather just told me to get a new shirt. You've obviously figured out it's a little different where I from. Men and women aren't separated like that."

He sighed, trying to let it go. It was her world--and her life, if she chose it. "Does it make you happy? Does sewing and having children and embroidering tapestries make your heart skip?" And if so, did it make her happy because that's what she was taught to do, or because that was what she actually wanted? "I was always taught that whoever your partner is, you're a team. No one exists to make another's life easier. You tackle problems together."