"My family were stewards once. We do not have the prestigious line of the Starks. Bastard or not, you have the blood of the first men. That is a pedigree I can't boast. In this place, we are equals. There are no titles, no houses, we must all survive together. We are friends, allies, family."

She grabbed hold of his hand, giving him a squeeze. "No more 'my lady.'"