(Neither can Sansa in truth. She knows better than to make herself weaker before strangers.)

Ah thank you. (He has quick hands! The majority of the drink is saved though she places a hand on it just in case.) I stained your sleeve. If you have some water on hand, I can help you remove it?

(Her eyebrows rise in unison at his assumption.) This is not for me, ser. (Glancing quickly to a certain Professor Wererabbit, she motions with her head.)

It is for him.