"Yes, yes, I understand now," Ned replies, though his tone leaves something to be desired in terms of convincing attitude. The corners of his lips twist into a wry sort of smile at her mention of death; one that tells her, without words, he understands such a statement better than he'd like, though he has not the strength to delve deeper into it. "It would pain me to think so, but I believe I am learning you are not a woman with whom to argue," he weakly jests, sputtering a cough mixed in with a laugh.