Sansa doesn't exactly slide down gracefully from her perch but she manages to get down without injuring herself or Jared and she calls that an accomplishment. When she sees how the vines have wrapped around his legs and hips. Sansa frowns a bit, trying to decide what to do about the situation, and then she decides that there's no option but the obvious.

"Don't move," she says firmly, kneeling down to start the arduous process of unwinding vines and pulling them away. She wishes she had a knife but she doesn't so she only has her hands. Ages ago, she'd be embarrassed to be this close to a man's cock, even clothed, but she's not that Sansa any longer. Now she has a job that must be done and she'll accomplish it whether or not it's uncomfortable for her to do so. It takes a few minutes but she manages.

"Sorry for the intimacy but it was necessary. Now, let's check to see if we can get the door open, yes?"