Ned allows her to speak, interested in the details of the beginnings of the village, the others who inhabit it, her own adjustments to the way of life offered here. He is outwardly pleased to know that Jon was the one to assist her in constructing a pen, wondering vaguely where he might have learnt the skill as it was not one he would have picked up in Winterfell (though, of course, they did have livestock and kennels). He shakes his head with an outward facing palm to show there is no harm or offense taken at her short monologue. If anything, he is grateful for it.

"Please, I am rather interested to hear about this village. Is it true there is no name for it? Are there other suggestions you might make for a lord who's spent no time of his life farming or tilling the land?"

Her comment garners a bright bolt of laughter, his hand coming to his mouth to conceal it some. He is careful of his tea, mindful not to spill a drop.

"That is the beauty of it - it is always true, one way or another."