[ Don't worry, Steve, Sansa has a lot of practice at not crying when she wants to. She regains her composure after a few seconds. ]

You are very kind to say so, Ser Steve. And very brave, to want to help so soon after arriving.

[ Just like her Ser Dontos from home. Just like Aemon the Dragonknight. This man looks like he'd collapse under the weight of a full set of mail, but he has the manner of a true knight. And anyway, she's learned the hard way that people's looks don't always match what they are inside.]

What were you, in the realm you come from?