It was a question she heard repeatedly, as well as the details of her own death. She could almost recite it for him, but his amazement and emotion sparked a longing in her that put aside everything else. They had played together as children, found mischief and been the bane of Old Nan's existence. There was so much of each other that they shared in their hearts and spirits, that for the first time in a long while, she felt whole again.

She didn't bother to reassure him, darting forward instead, seeking his embrace. Her smile was so wide, it hurt. Two brothers that were said to be dead, both returned to her. Death had a funny fascination with the Starks, but it didn't seem to extend to this realm. They had been plucked from the Stranger's hold and deposited in a place where things could be just as they were before.

Long before her brothers grew older and she had died.

"It's the magic of this place." She offered him gently. "Time from our world has no meaning. It's why I am here and Ned's children are as well. Ned too. Now you! You haven't changed at all!"