[sansa smiles sadly. she recalls how it felt, when the tyrells ordered lemoncakes for her at their tea, a dance with garlan and lessons on the high harp, margaery taking the time to walk with her in the gardens even after her horrible wedding once or twice.]

I know the cost of their absence. I wouldn't wish it on--well, not on you, anyway.

[it is exactly what she would wish on her enemies, to feel the way that she felt. but real revenge is a luxury she can ill afford, and she would settle for getting them safely out of her way.]

I'm sorry if you've been alone here. It's a horrible feeling.