(She switches to video and shows him her hand holding an apple. The thestral sniffs it and takes it with shocking gentleness. Sansa exhales in relief, her voice far less tense:)
They are so kind! I'm sorry I thought badly of you. (The thestral seems amused as he crunches on the fruit.)
(Voice) -> (Video)
They are so kind! I'm sorry I thought badly of you. (The thestral seems amused as he crunches on the fruit.)