[As strangely attired as he was, the blonde stranger was familiar enough in other ways to make her heart ache. The way he spoke, the way he carried himself told her that this certainly was a lord, and there was a kindness in his words despite his fearsome hammer made her think of home, and Winterfell. Seemingly the only place in Westeros where good men were anymore.
But she still drew back a step, with a small shake of her head.]
No m'lord, [Saying it that shortened way, the way any common girl might still felt strange on her tongue.] If you could just tell me what is going on?