As Sansa watched Ser Jaime enter the gates, she noticed that he did not wear the garb that would have proclaimed him for all to see as a Lannister and member of the Royal Guard. He was dressed plainly, in simple armour and a dark cloak, likely to disguise him on such a perilous journey alone in foreign territory. But he seemed different now; even humbled.
And when he removed his gloves, much to her shock, she saw that his right hand, his sword hand, had been replaced with one of gold!
"How are the mighty fallen ," she despaired, recalling the verse from the holy text of The Seven-Pointed Star; and she felt a conflicting sympathy for him, wishing that she did not.