Given her propensity to spend time outdoors, and the recent panic over the spores, Lyanna cut her hunting short for the day and returned to the inn for Mark's lesson on plants. She was never a diligent student, having normally tuned out her Septa's lessons, preferring to go to the woods with Benjen and play at swords. Coupled with the recent loss of her brother, her attention and mood was not the best.

She wandered about the room, staring at the plants with a dazed expression, trying to force herself to focus for the sake of her safety, but unable to pull free from other thoughts. The puffballs were at least carefully shielded, sparing them from having to breathe in toxic spores again.

It was the blue lilies though that at least drew more attention. "These are the ones that give you the ability over lightning?" That could be as dangerous as the spores, if the person didn't know what they were doing.