"Not in Westeros," Ned echoes, "But it would stand to reason we're no longer in Westeros." There's a slight twitch at the corner of his lips, a half-hearted and failed attempt at a smile. The vast majority of him is grateful to have been able to have left the madness behind - and yet, it was still home, a title this village had not yet earned. What he wouldn't give for another hour under the Weirwood of Winterfell. "It's very noble of you to assist where it's needed." Ned's a man who knows of many things, but animal husbandry? Not entirely.

He brings the mug to his lips again, allowing more of the liquid to seep into his mouth before nodding in her direction.

"I believe that is what we all hope for those we love." There's a gravity behind his statement, and he knows he need not explain it or the price to be a player of the Game.