Sansa grips his hand tightly when he offers it because she's so afraid of losing her footing. It's damned near impossible to see between the foliage and the mist of the water and she thinks she might well be better off without her shoes. She steps out of them and goes barefoot instead, deciding to sacrifice what little protection they might have offered her for the ability to better stay upright.

"I don't know how to stop the water!" she cries out, looking up to see if there's an obvious way to make it stop. If that can stop, the rest of the things can be dealt with in short order. It seems the water is coming from bits of metal on the roof and Sansa wonders if there's a way Jared might lift her on his shoulders so she can break them off. She decides to suggest just this thing to him.

"I'm tall. Do you think you could lift me on your shoulders and I could reach up and try to break the pieces that the water is coming from? Then we'd at least have that problem solved if nothing else."