"He didn't...he wasn't successful in getting a child on me," Sansa says, blinking back tears and looking down at the floor. "I hope that was just the gods looking out for me and not because I can't."

What good would she be as Lady of Casterly Rock if she cannot even do the one thing a bride must do for her husband? It doesn't matter. Tyrion seems not to care about how she's been used and she's grateful for it.

"Tyrion, I'm sorry. I'm crying instead of making your supper and answering your questions. You had more questions, didn't you? About this place?"