"Thank you, Jon," Sansa gently took it. The brooch felt warm in her hand, and she carefully attached it to her gown right over her breast and gave him her brightest and most genuine smile. She was convinced that Jon could indeed do magic, not that he was one for lying. But she remembered the warnings Old Nan and Maester Luwin gave her as a child, and hesitantly tilted her head and spoke up. "Isn't magic like a sword without a hilt? There was supposed to be no safe way to grasp it..."