No one has ever carried her like this. The Hound did once, though it was only because she'd been attacked, and that was quite different than this. This is romantic and the sort of girlish thing that's been stamped out of her over the years. Perhaps good men do exist.

"Will you? I'm curious to know what that entails." Sansa pauses for a moment and bites her lip.

"I have some scars. Please don't make a big deal of them. Will you do this for me?"