"There is another here who shares his face, though not his disposition," Ilithyia said in a breezy tone, taking Sansa's arm and leading her down the sidewalk. "I will point him out to you so that you may know face of potential enemy."

The man called Delta had been kind to her, gentle, and it had left her unsettled. She wished no further interaction with him, but felt it safer to show Sansa his face before Spartacus himself.