Mossy hues gazed at the girl long as she looked about, the Lord planted a hand upon the railing as he stood close beside her. Topside of the ship they sailed upon. “When you are up to it then, I could show you around." He offered, his voice lowered just for her. Men worked around them, as he did so. Petyr was well aware of Sansa’s uneasiness to being upon the water. He wasn’t about to parade her throughout the ship in fear of her wrenching over the recently cleaned deck.
It wasn’t so much of being on a ship that nauseated her, but of the water that was constantly rushing beneath their feet just a few feet down. ”Normal movement might help.“ Uneasily, she let go of her tightened grasp of the side of the ship and balanced herself with a hand to her stomach. Perhaps a person to hold onto may do the trick as well as the two strolled around. "Would you mind if I held onto you? Just in case my body decides to go against my mind.”