I would have killed him, you know."
The thought of what Sandor might do had helped her to cope. But she would never have wanted it of him, truly. He had not nearly the honor of Sandor, was not near the good man he was, and she would want no harm or punishment to come to Sandor for such a deed. She was grateful enough for his devotion.
And as he said, they were here, now, and that helped ease her pain, made a future free of Ramsay seem possible. The Weirwood pool looked still and cold; dark, unreadable.
"No," she whispered, touching his arm. "He is not worth it."