He found a water skin, and a bed sheet he began to tear to make her a bandage. Honestly, no one had come across them yet so he was hoping they could beg their host's indulgence.

Clearing his throat, he offered her the bandage, and the clean cloth, stating simply, "I have not the right to push up your dress, Sansa."

Another pause, and a crooked smile. "We are in this together, are we not?"