[ sansa's gaze sharpens just a little, head tilting almost wolflike as she looks at the man more intensely. ]

Please, call me Lyanna, my lord. [ he seems like he might appreciate some offered title, if only because she senses a deep sadness surrounding the man. as though he's been adrift in a sense of helplessness—— or maybe sansa's projecting, but she doesn't feel any danger from him. ] And I'd like to insist you eat something, you look somewhat faint. We have dried game you could take, if you'd rather not eat here.

You were agitated the last time, too. You were— [ she turns to where the bulletins were, remembering that he was standing in front of the public notices. ] Would it be correct to say that one of the notices posted there belongs to you?

[ sansa softens, sincere in her worry. ]

Were you looking for help for something?