"Don't leave."
Your fingers gripped tightly around the cold, blood soaked armour of his wrist, clinging on like it was the last hope you'd had left in the world. And in a way, it was. You hadn't even noticed you'd spoken out to him until he'd turned around, muttering out a rather aggravated sounding 'what' as he did so.
You take a deep breath, loosening your grip some as you took a few, slow steps closer to him. He said he wouldn't hurt you. You're okay, Sansa.
"I don't want you to leave me."
As rough as he was, his company in this dreaded prison of a castle was very much the only thing you'd relied on for a long time. And even if this army were to destroy the fleets, how could you know if they'd just kill you or sell you to a worse place? You didn't.
'What? You want me to stay and have my head chopped? I'm not ready to die, little bird. Not even for you.'
"No, I don't want you to die, I want to-"
You bite your lip. Sure, you'd love to get out of here, but you were afraid. You were afraid of being hunted down and killed. Or brought back and locked in a cellar, just for more torment from the king. But staying here would only bring more pain, right? You don't know. You're not good at deciding your own fate. You just wanted all of this to end. The fighting, the anger, the awful looks you'd get for being 'a traitors daughter.' You want it all gone. You tightly shut your eyes, your hands shaking lightly.
"I don't want to be alone again."
And then the tears started.
"I need you. Make everything just- Go away."
As whiny as those words sounded, that's all you wanted. You wanted him to make everything better. Make everything okay again. He might not be the soft knight in armour that you'd wished to the gods for, but for fucks sake, he was something. And he was trying. He was trying really hard, even if his ways were rough, you could tell he cared for you. He saved you on countless occasions.
In response to your childish words, he'd let out a sigh, pulling his hand from your grasp and replacing it on your head, running his hand through your hair for a few moments. You loved that feeling. It reminded you of when your father comforted you as a child. You suppose it must've been something you were craving, because not a second later you'd practically thrown yourself into the others chest, rubbing your face against the cold metal. Sure, it hurt a lot, and wasn't very comfortable. But you needed to be held. Even if it was a little painful. You needed it more then anything you've ever needed. You needed him.
'I can't take your pain away, but I can do anything to get you as far away from this hell as I can.'
You instantly nodded, muttering out a quiet please before releasing him from your grasp and wiping your face free from your tears. And, for the first time in quite a while, you gave a sincere smile.
"Thank you."