And she returned the laugh, perhaps a bit too loudly -- any levity was welcome just now. "Perhaps so," she said carefully (it wasn't wholly her place to comment, Sansa had grown up alongside her but Sansa wasn't her family). "But words are one of the best tools a lady can hope to have, when they're used correctly at any rate." Which wasn't only applied to Sansa, and was thus followed with a slight sigh.

Unthinkingly, she shifted just a bit closer to Jon. A proper distance was still kept between them, but it was instinct born of her sympathy and nerves both. She couldn't help but look just a bit horrified at what he said, though it didn't entirely surprise her. "Oh," she whispered. "I'm..."

There wasn't really a good end to that sentence, though; they looked out for each other, but they rarely acknowledged why or offered apologies for the things they had no control over. She certainly didn't know what to say once the conversation was turned back toward her, though. "Of course not," she finally managed, and it was bitterer than she usually let herself be when she added, "That's not why I had been worrying."