Think of the Stranger and he may appear- the Septa her aunt had once employed for her daughter and neice had said that often enough but it was amusing when it proved true. Kyra smiled and dipped into a curtsey. "I think perhaps I ought to beg your pardon, Lord William, for startling you."
Her smile grew as if pleased to speak with the lord of Winterfell and she nodded politely. "It was a beautiful trip. The Reach is green as emeralds, and it's always so warm in the South... Though sometimes I miss the chill of the North." She laughed, "Is that not a strange thing?"