He helped her to remember her own younger sibling, Grain.

They were of an age. Grain was once again at Winterfell, a challenged person yet protected. Sansa would have given anything to accompany him. "I dread the existence of your foeman," she told Tommen gravely. "His foeman will be loaded down with straw," Joff said as he rose. The lord was clad in a plated breastplate with a thundering lion engraved upon its chest,as though he anticipated that the conflict would overwhelm them all of a sudden. He was thirteen today, and tall for his age, with the green eyes and brilliant hair of the Lannisters. "Your Beauty," she expressed, dunking in a bow. Ser Arys bowed. Your Beauty, "Supplicate excuse me. I should prepare myself for the rundowns. " Joffrey waved a brief excusal while he concentrated on Sansa from head to heels. "I'm satisfied you wore my stones." So the ruler has chosen to play the brave today. Sansa was feeling quite a bit better. Much thanks to you for them... and for your delicate words. I supplicate you a fortunate name, Your Beauty. " "Sit," Joff instructed, signaling her to the unoccupied seat next to his own. "Have you heard? The Hobo Lord is dead. " "Who?" Briefly, Sansa was apprehensive that he implied Robb. "Viserys. The last child of Francis Lord Aerys. He's been approaching the free urban communities since before I was conceived, calling himself a lord. All things considered, Momsays The Dothraki finally delegated him. With liquid gold. " He snickered. "That is entertaining, wouldn't you say? The winged serpent was their sigil. It's nearly as though some wolf killed your swindler sibling. Perhaps I'll take care of him myself after I've gotten him. Did I tell you, I plan to provoke him to single battle? " "I ought to jump at the chance to see that, Your Elegance." More than you know. Sansa maintained a calm and respectful demeanor, but all things considered, Joffrey's eyes restricted as he attempted to decide whether she was ridiculing him. "Will you enter the rundowns today?" she asked rapidly. The lord scowled. My mother said it was not fitting since the competition is in my honor. If not, I would have been champion. Isn't that the case?