"I do my best," Sansa promises him as they start walking again. She is aware of how much she looks like her mother though Lord Baelish had declared her to be more beautiful than her mother had been. Not that she likes to think of it that way because she still places her mother on a pedestal whenever she thinks about her. Just as she does with her father and maybe more so because of what happened.

It doesn't take long to lead him to the house, glancing over at his face again when she makes the motion for him to look. "Here we are. It's not Winterfell by any means but it's more than comfortable for us. I hope you will like it here."