"Aye, that is my worry," Ned says, glancing down at the warm fleece wrapped around its base. "The tree is of the North, however, and it is my hope that it will flourish here as it does back home." He raises his eyes to the sky overhead, then to the foliage surrounding them, all of it covered with snow and ice. "I believe that helping to keep it protected from the worst of what the weather has to offer will ensure its survival."