[She breathes a sigh of relief when she hears his voice, the tenseness in her shoulders as she waited for the owner of the footsteps to reveal themselves seeping away, little by little.]
... yes. [The king is a monster, proclaims the wall, and Sansa glances at it, hears her own voice shaking.] Yes, I am alright. [Louder, this time -- to convince both him and herself.]