Her focus was on him, on trying to read him. Sansa could tell he was someone that analyzed everything, and she didn’t blame him. When the waiter returned with the ice water, she took her glass.

“I use my magic a lot, so most days it is not too bad. Most of the effects will not start to appear for another month, but I do not wish to waste time,” she admitted. Her answer was rather straightforward. It was easier to talk about the effects of this place than just about anything else.

“Sleeplessness is the least of my worries.”