[Sansa smiles and she finds that it comes easier now when it's unbidden, when it isn't something she forces to keep herself safe and keep her mask intact. She thinks there might be something of the little bird left after all and perhaps her song will begin anew.]

I am fair sick of husbands. I think I want to be a widow forever.

[It would be a dangerous thing to say within the walls of King's Landing but here it doesn't seem like there are nearly as many spies. Sansa feels safe enough admitting that to Margaery.]