"Sorry, Sansa. I'm still a bit twitchy. The last time I was surprised during the night, I got stabbed a few times in the chest," Jon said with an apologetic voice. The uncaring way that he spoke of his death only served to chill her further. He returned to the bed and placed the sword on the nearby wall, close enough that he could reach for the blade directly if he wished. Afterwards, he gave her a careful look. "Sansa, is something wrong?"