If he had a cloak, he would offer it to her. Instinctively, he reaches for one, only to remember that he is also in the strange garment. He only had his sword, which was at least a small comfort. Even if he is without his clothes, he had a means to protect himself and Sansa.

"If they are here, I promise that I will not let them capture you again." Though whether or not that was feasible wasn't a certainty. Were they not already prisoners? It wasn't as though he could tear the collars from their necks and find the nearest ship. He'd have to be patient and bide his time.

"Your highness," he bows deeply. "I was on my ship, the Dawn Treader, before I woke in this place. I don't know how I came to be here, but perhaps it is somewhere nearby. There is a chance that they might find me here."