It was instinct, mostly, that made Sansa hesitate. Even now, there was a part of her that wasn't entirely convinced that she wasn't still being watched, that someone wouldn't hear, that word wouldn't reach the people of whom she spoke. Irrational though it may have been, such things were too deeply instilled in her to shake so easily. Ilithyia had told her of her own worry, though, and what was more, she didn't see any reason to worry about trusting the other woman with such information. She came from somewhere far away and vastly different, had no ties to the people whom Sansa was glad to be free of. It would be alright, she told herself. Nothing would happen if she spoke up now.

"There are people from home," she replied, words slow, careful, so she could keep her tone even, "who I am glad to be free of. Even without their position from home, I would not want them here."