"They suit, well enough. They are not drafty like a castle, so in that, I am very lucky. I am sick of castles in winter."

She had especially been sick of the Eyrie, high in the mountains and isolated from everything. At least Winterfell had been her home even if Ramsay had twisted that and stolen it from her.

"Here, at least, the houses are warm and they take care of us. There's little more I could ask for."