When he offers to help, Sansa drops her hands. It is much easier to get undressed with the help of another person and she misses her lady's maid not just for her company but for the sheer task of getting dressed every day.

"Please," she says, biting down hard on her lip because she feels completely strung out and has never felt like this before and it is absolutely intoxicating. "Just don't rip anything. I don't have many clothes here. The corset laces in the back."