(Her innate wariness of all people is eased when she sees Mami. Men frighten her more than women, though the majority of men she has met have been nothing but courteous. Some habits will take a long time to break if they ever do. Sansa knows that the moment she lets down her guard, someone will attack. Even in an orchard with birds singing.)

I felt like the birds of Westeros lost some of their song, but maybe that was only my perception.

(Her world had certainly lost its song. Why would the birds be immune to that shift in her mind?)

Do you need help? My name is Sansa.