Sansa feels warmer when he puts his arm around her and she thinks at least this will keep her from getting any colder. She doesn't think she's in danger of freezing to death; she's not wet in the snow, after all, and she's Queen of Winter. Cold will not defeat her. Cold is her friend, her ally, something she's familiar with. She can defeat this if they could defeat the vines.

She swallows a bit and she tries to speak without her teeth chattering - that would shatter the illusion that she's in control of herself. "Curtains would be easy enough to come by, I think, and provided I got the wet clothing off I would warm up quickly enough. It's my wet hair and this wet dress that's keeping me from getting warmer. Damned material won't dry fast enough."

It's not like her to curse but it's necessary, in this instance, and she hopes Jared isn't the sort to be easily offended. She keeps moving through the hall and searching for a door. Any door will do, she thinks, and she hopes nothing lurks behind it worse than the glass gardens they'd been trapped in. When she spots a likely door, she calls out to him.

"There's a door. Should we try it?"