Sansa can't stop the way her face falls, but she nods at Lady Grantham's my dear. "I have not spoken to him in days," she said quietly, forcing her hands to remain still, to not show vulnerability. Petyr had trained her well. "I am afraid that something happened to him," although she supposed that she shouldn't be surprised; it was just the way that things were in her life. People came into it and fell out of it with a surprising speed.

"I don't think we've formally met, not since the first day. My name is Sansa Stark, it's lovely to meet you." She doesn't know if Lady Gratham would think her name to be Alayne, or if the woman even knew, but it was good to establish herself - the more people that knew she was Sansa, the more defense she would have against accusations of lying.