"Something to aspire to," Ned replies with a bright quip of laughter. "It is always good to have goals, is it not? Even if they are lofty and for no one's benefit but your own pride?" A shiver quickly runs down his spine as he bows his head a bit, offering a silent manifestation of his gratitude. "Old Gods look down upon you favorably; you have done me a great kindness. I believe I will seek shelter and a meal now, let my old bones dry themselves out near a fire. You are more than welcome to join me, should you wish, but I would also not seek to hoard your company more than I already have."