Ned wouldn't admit it aloud, though the sound of the harp - now in-tune - relaxes him a bit. He knows such a peace won't last for long, given how his sister will fumble about in her attempts to learn it, but he also knows her skill when it comes to things to which she sets her mind. She'll master the harp in little time, and she'll fill the village with beautiful melodies. He's sure of it. Perhaps he might even put in a request for a song from home.

He nods, trying to soften the harshness of his expression - for her sake.

"You must understand that I fought my way through the entirety of Westeros thanks to the fire at my heels at the news of him kidnapping you," Ned replies, voice soft but stern. "It was the only thing that kept me alive, the only thing that enabled me to fight my way to the Tower door. It will - take some time, to dissolve that thought of him, now that I've the truth."