(She might be saying too much, overloading him with information that can have no effect on him. It's a bad habit; one she has noticed she indulges in when she is both anxious and in the presence of someone who has more than earned her trust and affection.)

With you, I am. (Her cheeks burn and she glances up at him, eyes wide.) ...yes. I know how they lived their lives on Arda and, in some cases, I know how they met their ends.

(Sansa sits down primly in the offered seat, folding her hands in her lap.)

I suppose what I have endured made their crimes less...horrifying. I have no desire for them to repeat their acts, of course, but I know they regret them and they are not monsters.