Sansa nods quickly. "I will," she says, wiping her tears away. "Gods, you must be starved and here I am crying all over you. I'm sorry, Tyrion, let me get you something to eat."

Once she sets her mind to it, it doesn't take long to make a stew from chicken and fresh vegetables. Sansa has fresh bread and even a few lemoncakes left over from the bakery and she puts those out as well, setting the table daintily.

"Please, eat as much as you want. I have no wine, Tyrion, but I could go get some?"