Sansa grabs the branch and sets it alight, waving it toward the bear to frighten it away. It startles, finally, and seems to be perfectly happy to beat off back to the bushes to nurse its wounds instead of troubling them any longer.

Once the adrenaline of it wears off, there's a dull stinging in her shin that reminds her that yes, she's injured. She'd come through the rift injured, running from Ramsay, and her slide down the rocks had done her no favors.

"My lord, I have to tend to my leg. I'm bleeding," she says, lifting her torn skirt a bit to show him.