"Tell me about Winterfell?" She asked, pausing to collect more kindling, holding them close to her chest. "Your sister spoke of it fondly, but I could never picture it in my mind. Is it beautiful?" A part of her wondered about the North, a place of wildness and severity. Yet, there had to be something that would inspire such loyalty and strength.

"Were there gardens?" It was a small thing, but she couldn't imagine being in a place without flowers to help sweeten the air.