"Oh, forgive me," Ned apologizes with a shake of his head, "I am afraid customs to which I've spent my whole adhering have begun to slip with prolonged time here in the village. I'm Ned Stark." He eyes her hand and, having now learnt the way others greet each other, he knows to grip her hand and not, as he is used to, grip by her elbow. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Beverly."