Podrick was out buying things, thoughts clouded by old memories, trying to balance living in this new world with his values from the old, and sometimes finding them at counter, and sometimes at balance. Which was vexing, and problematical to someone who considered himself both honorable and good, when he tried, anyway. And also a failure. But here, he wondered how his beliefs from Westeros could survive in this entirely unlike Westeros world. How could he be both himself, and yet survive in this place?

He shook aside such thoughts, and focused on his shopping list, looking for ingredients to make a new kind of stew for his housemates and hoping they all liked it.

When he cam around a corner, he stopped as someone ran into him, and then put out a hand as if to gently help them. "Miss are you okay?" For she looked a little... lost. "Should I get help?"