She blinked in surprise, taken in by his looks, the resemblance to her family striking. His eyes and hair, in particular. He had a look of the North about him, a resemblance to the wolves that she counted among her family. Perhaps even a bit of her father in the slope of his nose, the cut of his jaw. It seemed ridiculous to see familial features in a stranger, home sickness likely the source for that recognition.

The heat of battle had apparently left them both confused, as he called her a name she didn't recognize. "No," she shook her head, still tense in her stance. "Lyanna." She stated instead, slowly moving away so that she could collect her sword and return to the safety of the city. There was nothing more she could do to help others. It was better to return home and ensure the safety of others, tend to wounds that had been collected during the chaos.

She glanced back at him, her hair standing on end. "Lyanna Stark."