I am hungry, yes. I'll stay here and await your return in case the rooms change again. I know you don't think we ought to spend all our time together but I am concerned about the nature of this place. I hope my company isn't so terrible that you won't tolerate it for a bit.

( Sansa says it with a bit of a smirk. She tries to be as amenable as she can, truly, but it is a mask for her fear. This place reminds her of having been trapped in Winterfell with Ramsay. No torture, no, but she feels evil emanating from the walls, a sinister chill that permeates everything. She wants the company. )