Sansa takes a bite of the apple and the change is almost immediate. She feels warm and flushed and it almost feels as if she's run a long distance except she desperately feels empty and needy. If this is what he's feeling, it's quite intense, and she can see why he was willing to trade something of great value to him to ease the ache.

"I...I don't doubt that," she says, gripping the edge of a dresser that's in the room. "Women just aren't thought of where I'm from."

She has a dress that ties in the front, thank the gods, so she starts undoing the ties so she can get out of it. Her corset will be a pain but she can get it off herself, she thinks.