He froze instantly once he heard someone call his name.

It didn't take Benjen long to spot her among the crowd but once he did, Benjen couldn't ignore the ache within his heart. "...Lyanna?" He whispers as he inches his way towards her. His face is contorted with confusion and disbelief.

There's simply no possible way that his dear sister is alive and well. No, he knows she's gone. Lyanna died so long ago that he almost couldn't recognize naught else other than her voice. How could he forget his sister's voice? The two had been terribly close in their youth and even so prior to her death. Neither Ned or he fully healed after losing their dear sister.

The Starks have forever been plagued with misfortune but it seems as if Fate makes it a sport. This is why Benjen is hesitant to believe that Lyanna stands before him now.

"Have I crossed to the other side?" He asks more to himself than to the supposed specter before him. "Is that...no, it can't--" Benjen doesn't exactly trust his eyes anymore but he can't deny the truth before him.

That's Lyanna. That's...really her!