[If she looks well, it is a lie, but such a gentle lie is no sin when Sansa needs to preserve her standing in the eyes of her friend. She's been tricked and used and she wonders if Margaery would think less of her, knowing she's been played right into Littlefinger and Ramsay Snow's hands. Instead, Sansa reaches for her friend's arm, wanting to feel close to someone once again.]

Come, Margaery, let's go for a walk. I'm not entirely certain I want to go to a party just now but seeing a friend makes my heart just a little lighter than it's been in a long, long while. I just want to pretend that nothing has passed since the last time I saw you in King's Landing and we walked among the roses.

Will you pretend with me for a little while?