The strings were the most difficult to assemble, needing to be taught and tuned. She shifted, struggling to have the instrument sit right on her lap as she tried to hold it close to her, winding the string around a knob. Rhaegar made it look so simple. If he broke a string, it didn't take much for him to reattach it. It was almost like a gentle weave of an embroidery needle. Threaded through once and he was done. All Lyanna could do was bite her lower lip and fight her impatience as she tried to recreate his movements.

"I have some burlap too, but you can't have that." She smirked up at him playfully. "I'll be using that to make targets for hunters and warriors. We need something to train against." But he had the right idea to protect the Weirwood sapling. "It will survive the winter, Ned. It was born in snow and thrives in the cold."

She wasn't sure if it was the most interesting news, but she lifted up the harp for him to see. "It's a harp! I have to put it together myself, but it should play nicely."