Push your luck

You find yourself staring at the youthful, auburn haired young lady. Mesmerised by how the dawn light filtering through the windows appears to make her seem like a vision from the Seven. You catch yourself, just before the silence lingers to an awkward length.

"Apologies, Sansa, but I was struck by just how much you've grown. It seems only yesterday you were a young girl, and now you seem a woman grown."

She blushes, nervously glancing towards the floor and brushing an errant hair behind her ear.

"I c....," she pauses for a split second before reconsidering, "thank you Jon. I'm so sorry, but I have to go."

She begins to walk off down the corridor, and you thank the Old Gods for the little victories.