[Lancelot's nose wiggles in a friendly motion as he gives Ned's fingers a good sniff. He smells Jon but, more than that, he smells his fuzzy four legged savior; Ghost. Comforted by these scents, Lancelot jumps into Ned's lap but his jump is lopsided and his back legs furiously kick against his thigh to find purchase to sit on his lap.]

Oh. [Inesa is caught off guard between Lancelot's sudden leap forward and Ned's introduction. She'd seen pictures of him through Jon's memories and has heard a great deal about his strength and honor.] Oh!

[Her faces flushes in embarrassment. The soft rosy pink accenting the pale flawless curve of her cheeks. ] Excuse me. I should have recognized you. I have heard about you from both Jon and Sansa. It's truly an honor to meet you. [She inclines her head in a soft bow before gently closing her sketchbook and tucking it into the bag she had discretely looped around her shoulder.

I assure you. It's your children who have been very kind to me. I don't know what I would do without them.