[anyone south of the neck might have responded similarly; a great house on the wrong side of a cruel king, a tragedy. she doesn't know if they tell the stories of the nightfort in the south, she doesn't know if they talk about the long night. it certainly isn't the time for ancient westerosi history, except perhaps...lazarus sometimes liked to hear stories about her world when he was sulking. she'll have to leave it up to him.]

I thought you should know, and I am sorry I didn't tell you.

[it would be unkind to say she suspected all necromancers of having ties to the emperor in some way, no matter how friendly she felt towards them. he doesn't seem at all in the mood for intrigue. she tries an apologetic smile.]

I can tell you about the Long Night some other time, and how my ancestor Bran the Breaker joined with Joramun the King-Beyong-the-Wall to put down the Night's King and his Corpse Queen at the Nightfort. I'm just...very tired of all the lies.

[the constant swooping and tugging sensation of whatever part of her is still with the birds doesn't help. she draws another breath. lady surreptitiously eyes the apple.]

And I should like to help pick up the pieces.