"You know my sister well, you were married to her for a time. You know that Queen Sansa is fair and compassionate, and all that we want is for the North to remain a free country, and to have to socialize with Daenerys Targaryen as little as possible. After seeing what I saw..." she frowned. "I do not think I can comfortably socialize with her."
She rose, standing behind her sister, arms crossed behind her back, Nymeria trotting to sit loyally at Sansa's side.
"As head of the Queensguard, I feel it is my duty to make sure my Queen has helped to ensure those who seek refuge in Winterfell are fairly governed. As her sister, I expect only the best people to fill that role. Which is why I have suggested you to her Grace as her Hand."