"But you have been told what we are made to do in this place?" Sansa asks, cutting her eyes toward him subtly. She doesn't like that she's been made to share her bed with men in order to stay alive but she is nothing if not a survivor. She will survive the winter and come through to the spring.

"I'm not a maiden any longer. I can't marry Sweetrobin. I can't marry anyone politically viable. I've been ruined for that."