"I am well, my lord, but not unharmed," Sansa says. She cannot be anything but honest with him, since they've both known what it's like to be forced into impossible choices. She owes him her honesty, if nothing else. Here on these islands, she is well and happy but she hasn't always been.

"Tyrion, I thought you were dead. Thank the gods you aren't. I would never have gotten a chance to...well. It's not to be discussed out here in the street."

Sansa tips her head back toward the bridge. "Will you come with me? I'll take you to my house so we might talk privately? I can explain some things about this place, too, if you have questions."