Help Sansa up

As your Father's shadow passes from the room, you rest one arm on the table and look underneath, only to find Sansa, still kneeling, a look of surprise and shock on her face, staring at the palm of her hand where a large puddle of your come lies, heaped up and dribbling from the side of her hand and between her fingers. She looks slowly up at you, still shocked at her own actions.

You let a small smirk form on your face. "Well. That was an interesting turn of events." She continues looking from you, to the puddle of come coating her hand before reaching out with the other. You take it and pull her up.

She's covered in dust and dirt from the floor from the knees down, and she holds her jizz-coated hand out in front of her as if tending to an exotic, alien animal from Ashai - something perhaps poisonous, or rare and precious.

"Jon... I... don't know what came over me..." her gaze is focused on the puddle of semen that slowly dribbles from her fingers. "You lied for me to Father, and I needed to thank you. It just... happened. I'm sorry!"

She starts to blush as her actions sink in.