[ Sansa's expression softens, going from her practiced, courtly politeness to something more genuine. No-one has said anything like that to her since she came here - there have been expressions of camaraderie and of resignation and more than one person has saved her life, but no-one has ever just said sorry, this sucks. She hastily blinks back tears. ]

I - thank you. I am sorry you were brought here as well. But there are many kind people in this place, and many working to help us all escape. I am sure we will all return to our homes very soon.

[ She's not. ]

And...until then, you may always call on me. I have few skills, but it is good to have friends in this place.