"Forgive me, but would you have said the same about the idea of a floating island?" She smirked, glancing at him over her shoulder. Inspecting the blade of her sword, Lyanna added, "I am no more dead than you are." That he knew her earned a skeptical assessment, her eyes sweeping over him.

"Who are you exactly? Which house do you serve? A bannermen of the Starks or are you a son to one of the Northern houses? I can tell from your accent that you are no Southerner, but from the North as I am."

It was a bit of a relief. If she was to see one of her countrymen, she preferred not to have a King's Landing sycophant. "Your name?"