After seeing Ned, there was less shock to how much her siblings had aged and how long they had lived after her. With his dark features, he bore the traces of their mother, the lingering reminders of the woman who had passed far too soon. Something that could be said for each of them. It was strange for Lyanna to see him so much older. He had been her younger brother, the boy at her heels. The pair of them forever pestering Ned and Brandon to let them join them in their games.

Now, he was the age of their father, something that had been hard for her to picture as a child. Her brothers were far ahead of her while she remained the age when last she saw them.

The cold of his body sent a shiver up her spine, his form leaner and more muscular than the boy she used to push in the mud. But he was still Benjen. His smile, his eyes, his warm heart...he was always her brother.

"It's hard to explain. This place seems to have some sort of magic about it. You noticed the floating islands and ships that could sail across the sky!" It wouldn't surprise him to know that when she arrived, she was practically leaning over the sides.

"Yes, Sansa, Arya and Jon. There are others that I didn't know. Poderick Payne, he is apparently in service to Sansa's husband, Tyrion Lannister." That earns a look of disgust. "A Tyrell girl. Rhaegar and his sister are here too."

She laughed in return. "You really are old. You're almost as old as Old Nan!"