[sansa laughs in delight; acknowledging a relationship is a very big deal in westerosi high society, and this is an attitude she finds difficult to shake.]

Yes! Now I can be happy for you! That's wonderful!

[she glances at the ground as if she's looking for a place to sit. it is a little unfortunate that the blanket must be wet.]

Rushlights burn out too quickly, I don't know if you know them. Candles last longer, because they have more wax to support them.

[she's trying to articulate a metaphor for burnout, but is perhaps not entirely capable of getting there herself at the moment. another metaphor?]