She has come to know Jon enough to see his features in another. Violet eyes scan the newcomer's face, seeing hints of her friend there. His eyes? His voice? They were so similar. It was a bit overwhelming and to understand exactly what all of it meant. It hurt her heart a little, even as she felt a measure of happiness for him.

Jon wouldn't be alone, if this man were his family. Yet she couldn't shake the envy, the ache and the longing reverberating in her. How often had she wished for family? For some semblance of home? But that wasn't so easily given to her, not here. Only Jon acted as her family and even then...she wasn't sure if it was the same.

"Strange? I have never been called such before." Beautiful, yes. Mad, certainly. A child, especially so. But strange? "Am I so odd to look at, ser?" She gave the chestnut one last pat on the neck before going to join the man. "You are from the North, are you not?"