"That will be all right." Sansa supposes she's just going to have to trust him to guide her through it. Making her way over toward the box seems harder and harder the longer the water goes on; she wishes she had a sword or dagger to at least hack at the vines that seem to keep winding around her arms and legs and threatening to choke them.

She keeps as close as she can to Jared, hoping that their combined strength will keep the worst of the plants from dragging them under. When she gets to where the box is, she looks back at Jared to ask him to help her reach it.

"I suppose you'll have to lift me up now? I'm ready whenever you are, Jared, I swear it."