Mary laughed. "No, sir. I'm sure." She took a tentative sip and very quicky took a breath to ease the burning, though it was far better than the stuff the boys used to sneak out of Lord Stanley's stock.
She blinked then, casting another curious glance at Mr Fisher. "Harry?" Why was he so interested about Harry? She took another careful sip and shrugged. "I don't know. Sometimes, yes. I always thought if he was alive he would've come back when--" When Jon started coming into her room at night, but she couldn't very well say that. She smiled sadly. "Other times I think he's alive somewhere, adventuring or some other thing. It's a pretty dream, but dreams dont bring nobody back now do they, sir?"