"I don't think so. I learned to make tea here a little while ago." The pride in her voice might be disproportionate for such a simple task, but Sansa has been raised in privilege, and before coming here, never had to make tea for herself. Besides, all the machinery here is so complicated and strange that every time she learns how to work a little more of it, she feels a warm surge of pride. "You ought to try and rest a little. Just sit here, I'll take care of everything."

Smiling warmly at Luna, she turns to head towards the little kitchen, to put on the kettle and find some mugs.