[Paul has yet to be filled in on the details of how this party came to pass - although the odd comments about rice are beginning to illuminate some details - so he's not watching to mark Sansa's reaction to the undead servants, as he otherwise might. He does mark her punctuality and the gifts she seems to bear as he approaches her with a still somewhat bewildered smile, his eyes a blue that is only human.]

Lady of the thread [he says, admiringly, both allusion to her dress and to his own caution about her name] I'm glad to see you join us, along with your companions. I hope it wasn't too arduous a journey.

[He smiles at the three of them in turn - girl, Lady, and kitten, then girl again - then nods to her dress, eyes demurely averted.]

Especially in such a fine dress. Another of yours?