[sansa smiles serenely, carrying a basket of robes and trousers. lady, nearing her full growth, remains alert to the shore. they're both very glad of the change in weather, lady's padded collar matched to sansa's grey linen dress embroidered with wolves and ravens, an elaborate chatelaine clipped to her wide leather belt.]

It's a beautiful poem.

[she pauses, waits for the girl to turn around.]

I'm afraid it's not safe at the shore, right now. The tide is very unpredictable. If you'd come with me to the boardwalk, I could tailor your robes to fit.