Sansa laughs because it's so very true. Tyrion has always been the sort to be absolutely full to the brim with questions and it's something that she's learned to incorporate in her own life, though not to the same degree. When he extends his hand for her, she takes it, twining her fingers with his and squeezing companionably.

"I'll try to answer them as best I can. I suppose I should start with where I went after Joffrey's wedding," Sansa says, trying to decide how best to tell this story.

"I went to the Eyrie. I presume that was one of the speculations, wasn't it?"