"Your touch feels good," Sansa murmurs, wanting to forget the spectre of Ramsay and put her mind to better things. She wants to only think of Rowan and his magical touch. She only wants to think of her mate and no one else.

"My love above all loves," she adds, trying to decide how she likes the feel of the words on her lips. She isn't quite ready to profess her love directly because everything is too new and too strange but she can return his affections in these small ways and acknowledge their bond.