"I think you have the right of it, then," Sansa says, shrugging. "And I'm not worried about children. If my husband couldn't get me with child in a year then I think you're quite safe. I would rather have fun than be miserable."

Sansa sees that he is a bit...panicked and she hopes she's alleviated his concerns about children, at least a little. She reaches up to touch his face.

"You gave me joy. I haven't had joy in longer than I can remember. It is a precious thing."