"No, it is not - not for the average man or woman. But for an Observer who seems to behold a great power we can only begin to fathom, perhaps it is no harder than exhaling a breath or blinking an eye," Ned mutters in reply, his face dour to match the growing darkness in his chest. He cannot shake the feeling of impending doom - even if such a thing is nothing more than his anxiety getting the better of him, in this moment, it feels quite real.

Because of this, the corners of his lips seem to tighten and there's a sudden shift in his demeanor. He now appears significantly more detached from all of this than he really is, and he wonders if he is putting on a good enough show for the Observers to believe that he hasn't spent the vast majority of his time perseverating on this very topic. When not consumed with the care and well-being of his children and the Weirwood, he has been contemplating Them.

Still, he manages to nod in response, not wanting to be rude and so tight-lipped as to ignore a newcomer's understandable curiosity.

"No rhyme or reason that I can discern," he says, voice a bit more cautious and flat. "Perhaps - if you are willing - we might be able to continue our conversation at my family's home. I - do not often prefer to have these sorts of talks out in the open, within earshot of all who might be nearby. We aren't far, it's just to the south."