"A reputation not as well earned as your own." It is said with nothing but respect. Even for those that felt Ned Stark was a fool (which she was not among), it was hard to deny that he was a man of deep conviction and unflinching honor. There were truly no men like him, which made him all the more remarkable. Renly had spoken of him warmly, despite how they parted. Loras had a grudging respect for the man, but not as much as their grandmother did. There were very few that Lady Olenna approved of, though it didn't stop her sharp tongue from criticizing his actions.

She offered him a seat, not wishing him to remain standing for over long. Her neck was straining to look up at him as it was. She arranged herself prettily in her seat and smiled kindly, adopting the sweet air that she had given to Sansa in the beginning. It was meant to be soothing, rather than as a means to gain his favor. There was nothing it could earn her in this world, save for a friend.

Ambition had been left behind in Westeros, as dead as she was.

"You have seen your children, my lord? I can hardly imagine how they must feel to be reunited with you." His death had struck them very hard. "Family will make your life here bearable and warm."