[He looks stung again, but it passes. He does not pursue her withdrawn hand.

If she trusts Littlefinger now, this would be well hard to hear. But she does need to hear it. She does need to have some armor for herself.]

Whatever he does for you, he does for himself.

Father — our real father — he would thank Baelish for his aid, but he would not have trusted him more than I do now. I only look to protect you, Sansa. I gain nothing from distrusting him, but I’d be a fool not to.