Moana leaned forward, squeezing Ned's hand as she spoke. "My voice. Follow my voice." She could hear her words trembling as she forced herself to keep speaking. "Moana means ocean and all rivers head to the ocean. If you follow me, I'll lead you there and then to the river where you'll be safe."

She exhaled softly. "You'll be home." Not because he'll be back in Westeros or dead but he'll be with his family and the people that he loved.

"I won't give up. As long as you don't give up." Moana knew that pure will could fight sickness and fever. She'd seen her grandmother keep going out of that will alone and she believed that Ned could too.