It ought to have been chilling. Sansa was aware of that, on some level, and yet instead she found herself comforted by it. Whatever threat was implicit in Ilithyia's words, however she could have made that possible, it was, for once, for her sake rather than against her. When it had been a long time since she'd felt safe at all, let alone protected, there was no way for her not to appreciate that.

"I hope he keeps that distance, then," she said. She did not know the man, nor did she want him here, but she could not wish death on someone she was so unfamiliar with. "I would not want to encounter him."