"Life is not always a song," she says, giving a gracious little smile. "Though I suppose with music sweet as yours, it could be. How did you learn to play?"

Sansa herself had learned the harp and how to sing at the knee of her lady mother. It was a lifetime ago, those days that she spent so dutifully learning how to be a gracious lady and some lord's lovely wife but now, she supposes, her skills have not gone all to waste. There is still something of that girl left, deep down.