[ At one time, Sansa might not have thought anything of it but now she finds herself overthinking everything and reading everyone around her. She watches for little cues while assessing how someone might act towards her. It's a tiring habit that she can't seem to break but she tells herself that she uses it for survival's sake. But, maybe in time, she won't blink when Kara reaches out to touch her. Maybe, in time, she will act the same without thinking or try to anticipate what comes next.

She does smile when Kara pats her shoulder, though, and glances down to watch her put on her shoes on at an almost alarmingly quick rate. Her lashes flutter as she glances up again, having only caught a flash of color with her socks but having no idea why Kara might be flustered about them.

Then she studies her own shoes again before finally slipping them on. They feel weirdly smooth inside and she briefly wonders if it's possible to slip in one's own shoes while walking. ]

I'm not entirely sure. I never made my own but the man who did it at Winterfell seemed to be pretty quick. Usually, within a few days, he could make a pair or two for us.

[ But she isn't completely sure that she is right because she had never really paid attention before. She stands again, pausing for half a minute until she reaches out to take the arm offered to her so Kara can lead her to the lane that she rented for them.

Tilting her head slightly, Sansa listens to the instructions while studying the lane curiously. ]

How do we do it? [ Even as she asks, she glances at the other lanes and looks surprised. ] We have to throw the ball from all the way back here?