"Winterfell's forge is the nicest you've ever been in," she corrected, playfully nudging his shoulder with her own. "And no, you've never pulled those types of laughs on me. It's just...I didn't think I'd ever have to have these sort of conversations. Explaining everything and the like. And it's not like me to be nervous, but..." she shrugged.
"I didn't know if we were going to survive that war, I didn't know I was going to kill the Night King. I had asked you after you made my spear, if you had ever been with any girls before. I," she coughed, "I wanted to know what it was like. In case I died. And we, well, we had a moment."