She had never noticed how there was a small bit of red flecked into the gold colored stone of the ceiling. She had been staring at it for over an hour now, listening to Jaime's soft snores. He had been restless all night: awake and trying not to cry one minute, in a fitful sleep the next. He had finally settled into a sleep that would last until morning less than an hour ago but, by that time, Sansa had been woken up completely by him pacing the room, muttering to himself. She asked him what the matter was but, he ignored her and continued his pacing. Finally, he had returned to bed and pulled her to him, pressing soft kisses to her neck and acting like nothing was wrong. After, he had fallen asleep, she had not.

Laying silently, listening to Jaime's breathing, Sansa began to think of her brother, wondering if he, too, was awake many, many floors below her. She knew he would be, Robb wouldn't let his guard down, not in the lion's den.

She slowly pulled the furs off of her and slid out of bed at a snail's pace. Her feet landed on the floor and she dressed as quickly as she could without making a sound. Grey Wind had risen from his slumber and was following her around the room, possessing remarkable grace for such a large creature. Sansa grabbed the keys from Jaime's belt, which lay discarded on the floor, and beckoned Grey Wind to follow her. At the door, she opened it inch by inch so it wouldn't creak. She closed it the same way and when she turned around, she was confronted by a spear, held by Josmyn Peckledon. He cowered slightly at the sight of the direwolf but, otherwise, held his ground.

"Lady Sansa, what are you doing? It's late!" He said, lowering the spear an inch or two. She saw he had several more behind him. Are we in danger?

"Technically it's early, Jos." She replied. She mustered up some courage to add, "And I wish to speak with my brother, King Robb."

The squire hesitated before saying, "Don't you wish to wait until morning? So your lord husband can accompany you?" She stared at him defiantly. He continued, "I cannot in good faith let you go alone, nor can I let you go without alerting Lord Jaime of where you have gone."

Sansa grabbed his arm forcefully, using strength she didn't know she had, and said harshly, "You will do neither. I will go alone. You will not tell Lord Jaime you saw me nor where I am going. You will not wake him. Do you understand?"

Grey Wind was snarling as quiet as possible at Josmyn and the boy had backed himself against the wall. Finally, the squire sputtered out a hasty, "As you please, my lady."

"Good." Sansa took off swiftly down the stairs, Grey Wind at her heels. They made it down to the dungeons in half an hour's time, giving her plenty of time to think of what to say to her brother. But, as she hurried between the rows of cells, listening to the deep snores of the men imprisoned, she forgot everything she had prepared. She slowed to a walk and eventually stopped, leaning against the wall between two cells. She leaned her head against it, thinking.

"You look lost, little bird." Grey Wind jumped up and started growling at the man in the cell and Sansa jumped at the voice. She recognized it and turned to see the gruff, burned face of Sandor Clegane staring at her through the thick bars.

"Sandor! Do you serve my brother?" She asked, approaching him. She ran her hand through Grey Wind's fur, calming him. The Hound watched her as she came closer, a smile distorting his grotesque features. She placed her hands on the bars, touching her fingers lightly to his.

"Aye, I do, my lady." He replied.

"Why? You're not a Northernman." She asked, curiously. "You were Joffrey's guard. Why are you serving Robb?"

Clegane took a moment to answer. "I only agreed to join once I heard the mission, little bird."

"And what was that?"

"To rescue you."

"I'm in no need of rescuing, Sandor."

"I reckon you are." She raised her eyebrow at him. He continued, "Remember when I saved you during the riots?" Sansa nodded. "I didn't do that so you could waste your life away with Jaime Fucking Lannister."

"You did it because you cared for me." She whispered.

"Aye, I care for you. Don't waste another second on the Kingslayer. He doesn't deserve it."

Sansa pulled her hands away from his and took a step back. "He deserves my love more than anyone else. What gives you the right to tell me what to do? We are not friends, Sandor Clegane, I don't know why you thought to join my brother's army but you were wrong to do so. You're no Northernman, my brother cares not for you; you are nothing." Sansa turned on her heel and marched down the hall to what she thought was Robb's cell. He was, in fact, a few more down the row, she unlocked the door and slipped inside, bringing the direwolf with her.

Robb was propped against the wall and as she approached him, she felt like she was betraying her husband. Jaime wouldn't be pleased when he found out. Robb looked toward the door when it opened, uninterested to make much of an effort. Upon seeing who it was, he tried to stand.

"Don't, Robb." Sansa said, pulling the skin from her hip and offering it to him. He drank a few sips before handing it back and Sansa set it on the floor next to him.

They looked at each other for a second before Robb said, "If you don't give me a hug, I'll resign myself to starvation."

Sansa smiled and sank into Robb's arms. It was an awkward hug, one of his wrists was manacled and the chain hit Sansa hard in the side as Robb hugged her fiercely. He winced as he held her tight to him — Sansa saw a bandage under his tunic but didn't question it. She figured he had been injured in the attempt to "rescue" her. They hadn't seen each other in over a year and it was odd to meet like this. When they broke apart, she sat across from him on clean straw that seemed freshly placed. He had been in the cell for 18 or so hours but it was still relatively clean. A bucket of water sat near him, ready for his washing if he wished to take it. A plate of food sat near him, untouched. He even had a chamber pot that seemed to have been emptied.

"You're being treated well?" She asked, looking back at him after her analysis of the cell.

Robb made an odd face and said, "Yes, your husband is a generous captor; better than I was to him."

"I will have you released, Robb, I promise." Sansa replied, reaching out and taking his hand. She grasped it firmly in her own and he stared at it. She asked, "What's the matter?"

"I fear you have more faith in your husband than he deserves." He said harshly.

"I fear you misjudge Jaime." She whispered.

Robb looked at her, really looked at her for over a minute. "Something's different about you. What's happened? Why are you so loyal to him?"

"He saved me from Joffrey. You don't know what he did to me. You don't want to know. Once Jaime came back, Joffrey never touched me again; Jaime never allowed it." Sansa spoke in a quiet voice but it was so silent in the cell, Robb heard her perfectly. "Jaime's been so patient with me, doesn't want me to do anything I'm not ready for."

Her hand went to her stomach by its own power, a movement not missed by her brother's eyes. "You're with child."

She looked at him. "I haven't bled since weeks before we married."

"End it. End it now, Sansa. Don't let it grow into a Lannister." Robb pleaded, his voice desperate. Sansa pulled her hand out of his and went toward the door, upset. Grey Wind didn't follow, he remained near his master.

She rounded on her brother. "You don't understand, do you? You're blinded by hatred. I love him, Robb. He's my husband."

Robb just shook his head. "You should know better than anyone what Lannisters are like, Sansa! Jaime attacked our father in the streets! Joffrey had our father executed! You lived with them for over a year in King's Landing, alone. Joffrey raped you. I'm certain Cersei tormented you…"

"Cersei didn't make my stay easy, that's true. But, she didn't torment me. Joffrey was the true cause of my distress. And you do remember why Jaime attacked father? Mother arrested his brother. Think, wouldn't you do the same if Bran or Rickon were taken?"

"Bran and Rickon are dead!" Robb shouted.

Sansa didn't flinch but continued, "Look what you've done when you thought I was taken against my will." She knew she had him, she was right.

Robb didn't speak for minutes. He finally said, "When he visited me yesterday, I asked if he loved you. You know his answer?" Sansa just stared at him. "He said, 'With all my heart.' Why would he say that? Why does he love you so?"

She shrugged. "I'm still trying to figure that out myself. But, he does. I'm his wife. I'm pregnant with his child. Robb, please, be civil. He's not the man you captured over a year ago. He's changed. Robb, you must believe me."

He seemed to be considering it, taking his time. "If you get him to release me, I may be able to be civil."

Sansa nodded. "That's good enough for now."