Ned's eyes flinch ever so slightly, his head nodding with severity and weight. He reaches out, places a hand on Jon's upper arm as he motions for them to continue walking.

"Allow me to settle, warm my bones," he says softly, glancing ahead, "And then - you and I, we will discuss your mother, as I promised to do that day on the King's Road." It felt like a dream, those memories - Jon, just a boy, determined and pining to take up the black with his uncle; Ned, unaware and naively following Robert to the pit of snakes. "This house of yours, where is it in relation to your siblings?"