[sansa's mouth twists, her eyes resting on the pot. she is genuinely interested in the powdered tea.]

I don't want to forget my family, or Winterfell.

[it feels almost like littlefinger had been trying to take even her memory of them away from her. she...still doesn't think that's what he meant to do, exactly, but it flares hot in her chest all the same.]

My enemies took everything from me, but they can't have my memories. I think I would rather have the pain than lose them.