She didn't want to jar him back to reality ad the memory that no Maester could save her life. Death had been too close at hand and she knew it would do little good. Let him have a measure of hope, though that desperation needed to be eased. "I am well, Ned." She murmured, squeezing his hand. "I have recovered. Don't think of me, save your strength."

The words eased her mind. No matter what happened in Westeros, nothing would pull her from his side now. They were together and the Others take the eyes of anyone that tried to tear them apart. "I won't leave you."

The mention of Jon made tears well up in her eyes, the emotion that she normally kept at bay. He was her weakness and her pride. "You kept your promise. I can't imagine his father doing better than you have. You have made him into the man I hoped he would be. A better person than I ever was." She brushed his hair from his face, that familiar ache in her heart. "He has all the goodness of you."