"Water?" Sansa's taken a break from her own planting, dirt worn into the knees of her skirts, and instead taken a large jug of water and a basket of glasses around to those who look as if they could use the refreshments. The work is heavy, nothing she is suited to. But a cold glass of water, that she was happy to help with.

Sansa doesn't let him say it one way or another, but pours him a good sized glass.