Lyanna gives Ghost one last ruffle, then she stands, frowning at Jon in confusion. Not because she couldn't follow his talk of the war and the apparent succession problem, but his last words: In Westeros, I don't yet know the truth of my parentage. How does he know, then? It's all so strange.

Then again, she's alive and speaking to her son, now a man grown. That's a whole lot stranger.

"Dragons and direwolves... and you and I, here." Strange times, indeed. "I do not claim to understand what's going on, but I am glad." She cuts herself off, having caught her voice tremble again, and she shakes her head. "I suppose we need both a meal and a drink." She eyes him doubtfully. "That is, if you are old enough to partake."