"I hope it was only the latter," Sansa said, though she looked stricken as she did, mouth drawn into a frown. Ilithyia had warned her about Spartacus, told her that he was someone to stay away from, but it was still somehow unexpected to hear about what he might have done, and she wasn't just going to assume the best. She had done too much of that already; being so trusting hadn't gotten her anywhere good. "And either way, I'm sorry to hear it. To have to find that out here..."