Sansa pulls up her dress to begin tending her wound. "I think an exception could have been made in this instance, my lord," she says quietly. She's grateful for his help even if he's casual about it and she hopes she's conveyed that.

She quickly bandages the wound and the bleeding appears to have have slowed if not stopped completely. It will heal clean, she thinks, provided she sees a maester soon.

"We are in this together. I will not leave you and I hope you will not leave me?"