This was all happening so fast; just as becoming king of Winterfell came upon him only a few months ago at this point. Or so he estimated.

"You speak of things such as north of the Wall. Strange happenings that don't make sense. Strange stories I don't quite understand." The grass blows gently in the wind and he watches with an attempt to be stoic.

Finally, he looks over to Martha an offers a smile, "I think the cat is rather fond of you, miss."