Ned isn't quite sure what to make of that. What a ridiculous name, he thinks, and the slight contortion of his face mimics the sentiment. He glances from Raleigh to the snuggie to give it a better inspection, as though the thing might've changed now that it's got a name, however .. ridiculous and silly it might be. Still, the fabric seems to be thick and insulating; it would, despite its absurd state, be better than leaving the poor sapling to fend for itself. Even if it is a tree of the North, the circumstances are all together different. Ned has never planted or raised a Weirwood on his own, with nothing to say of the difference of soil and all other elements.

He kneels to take away as much of the ice collected at the base of the tree as he can before replacing it all with the coiled and strategically wrapped snuggie. He isn't sure if he'll ever be able to say the word aloud, but at least he knows what it's called. He might have to come up with a better name, though.

"Thank you, for assisting me," he says, standing and dusting the ice from his knees. Ned sizes Raleigh up for a moment or two before softening a bit. "It is of great comfort to me that you understand the importance of symbols such as these. Of course, we need not the Weirwood - or this Sakura, as you say - to remind us of our strength or resilience or of home, but that doesn't lessen the importance of them or their meaning."