"I think you might be good at it. You have a good eye for things. I've seen that with your needle," Jon said, laughing softly. "So I think you'd be suited to a bow. Ygritte's good with one too, you know. I would much rather my sweet sister kill men from far away than be close enough to know how to use her hands."

He also knew that Sansa wouldn't always have such a luxury. He knew that all too well.

"When do you want to learn?"