Ned reaches a hand up, rests it firmly - but affectionately - on Jon's shoulder. He exhales a heavy breath, one that carries the weight of sympathy, understanding, and grief. Though he's yet to lose anyone here in this new life (Old Gods be good, he won't lose a soul), he is certainly no stranger to grief, to loss, to death, to abandonment. If he could have, he would have spared Jon and the others the painful lesson of the snuffing of life.

"I am sorry," he replies quietly, "Though I hope that, in time, you are able to remember her fondly and with less pain your heart."