Men who keep secrets always mean to for some purpose that serves them best. Forgive my frankness.

[ even her noble father kept secrets, though sansa would be surprised by the depths of the secrets he'd kept up to his death. for better or worse, though, men think themselves masters of fate, and withhold as easily as they give. she trusts and distrusts methuselah in equal measure for it.

still, it's good to hear - however belatedly - that recent events have been outside of what's considered the usual in these parts. ]

Lady Daisy, [ sansa acknowledges. ] As like the flower? You honour me with your acquaintance, my lady.

If you'll permit me to ask, why are you sitting here in the quiet?