[ That, she thinks, is a sign of no good. So he'll be the harbinger of something terrible? She hesitates for a moment, watching him, before steeling herself and ducking into his tent.

It looks the same as hers, damp inside, empty, filled with meager belongings. If she closes her eyes, she could just as easily imagine it's hers. Refraining from doing so, her steps are light, careful to avoid kicking up water or mud as she circles a pallet. ]

I found it strange. When I was in Jerusalem, my last memory of you was when I'd demanded your counsel before attacking the Lannisters. [ Her fingers link together as she turns to face him. ] And then, suddenly, upon these lands I know nothing about, it was like a flash. One moment, I was here, and the next, I was back home. Life continued on, we continued on, and never of us had memory of this place.

Yet I recall everything in Jerusalem, and everything up until I stood in Dragonstone, watching the King in the North and my knight sail away.