"I'll stay close to you," Sansa decides. She is quite cold, actually, and she presses up against his back as much as she can. It doesn't help much with the cold but she wants to try and warm herself as much as she can. The only time she's ever been this cold had been when she'd crossed an icy river trying to escape from Ramsay in the midst of winter; this is similar, with her brief clothing and wet skin.

"Thank you for not leaving me, Jared. It means quite a bit and I do not forget a kindness. It's not how we do things in the North." The North Remembers, after all, and Sansa is nothing if not the embodiment of that. She has survived other horrors in her life. She will survive this, for good or ill, and she will be grateful for those who help her along the way.

The air chills her drying skin again and she buries her face against Jared's neck in a futile attempt to warm herself. "Jared, I'm sorry. I'm so cold that I'll be of little use very soon. We have to find something dry to wear or a fire so I can warm myself. I don't know that I'll warm up otherwise."