I think it's something my sister would have tried...
[She bites her lip when she realizes what she's said, almost follows it up with but she's a traitor like the rest, and besides, she's disappeared and likely dead, now. But she doesn't have to, not here. No one... knows.
Sansa waits for the dread to pass, focusing on the other girl, her voice. How sweet and friendly she is. She can't help but smile at Yona, a slow but genuine smile, betraying her excitement.]
Just with you? I... I could try. I can't promise I'm any good, though.
[She wants so hard for this girl to like her, to be her friend, like Margaery offered to be. And if it takes throwing a ball a few times for that... she can do that. It might even be... nice.]