Sansa settles with him at the table and sips at her wine. She feels comfortable drinking with Jon there because she knows he will protect her and not let anyone drug her or poison her. She is of no import here, yes, but the fear always remains in her.

"This place is a strange one," she says. "Run by the fae, which we do not have back home. They are the closest to gods I suppose that we would relate to but there's far too many of them at far too many strengths to be like the Seven or the Old Gods."