"Excuse me, but I am very busy and concentrating very hard to get this thing properly taken care of, I'd appreciate silence," Ned teases, brows furrowing as he attempts to string another piece. This one goes more smoothly than the last, now more familiar with the mechanics and whereabouts of the different holes and pegs, and in a short enough time, he's gotten a handful of strings done. He wipes his hands on his trouser legs as he looks to her expectantly. "Think you can manage from here? Or should I do it for you in an attempt to bribe you?"

He lifts himself from the ground and pulls over a chair, positioning it next to her.

There's still a flicker of upset in his eyes at mention of Rhaegar, though he's done his best to try and quell those immediate feelings for his sister's sake, now that he knows her true feelings about him. He still sets his jaw slightly to the sound of the man's name, unable to fully shake the habit of blaming Rhaegar for his sister's untimely death.

"Aye, I do."