Sansa doesn't know why water has started pouring down on them either but she pushes at her hair, heavy and sodden now, in an attempt to get it out of her eyes. The shoes she's wearing are heeled and slick as well so she's trying to keep from sliding down onto the ground where the water's removed any traction she might have had. The plants, too, seem to be choking off her ability to move and she doesn't know if they're shifting and growing under the water or if that's just her imagination.

"Jared," she asks haltingly, trying to keep the fear from her voice. "Are the vines getting thicker now, do you think, or is it just a trick? I cannot tell. I am having trouble seeing my way because of the water."

Sansa gathers her hair in her hands and wrings it out, coiling it a bit in hopes that it won't fly back across her face and start to suffocate her again. Wherever this place is, it doesn't seem friendly to her, and while she thinks she can trust Jared himself she doesn't dare trust in anything around her.