Now that Sansa knows that this won't go past a certain point, she tries not to tremble when Daemon pushes her dress back and off her shoulders. It pools around her waist and she bites Daemon's lower lip a little on accident, nervous about what he might do next and if it will mean revealing any more skin to him. No one is around but the horse but still. No one has ever seen her before.

She tries to focus instead on the little marks on his skin, finding each one with her fingertips and touching it lightly before moving on to the next. He has the body of a warrior, full of scars, and she wonders just how many battles he's been in over the course of his life.

She presses her palms over his chest not to push him away but, instead, simply to touch.