Sansa doesn't allow people to touch her, normally, but she's touched Jared enough in the last little while that the offer of his hand is nothing in the grand scheme. She takes it gratefully and squeezes it a bit in gratitude. She doesn't want to seem ungrateful for his help even if she's wary of the situation they've been put into. It seems wrong to deprive herself of a potential ally.

"I don't know if we'll be able to get out but at least the plants seem to be less...aggressive." It seems as if they're not clinging quite as much as they had when the water had rained down upon them and if the water had caused them to grow up and threaten to engulf them, removing that at least made this bearable again.

Now that the water is gone, though, Sansa is quite cold and her gown is brief up top. Queen of Winter she might be but she is not immune to winter's chill and she begins to shiver a bit, goosebumps rising up on her skin. "Hopefully we find out way soon...I'm quite cold now."