Seeing anybody on this road is something. Ned hurries to catch up with the figure, to ask them whatever questions he may, and learn something of this land he finds himself in. But the closer he gets, the more he narrows his eyes, trying to tell himself it could not be who it thought it was. That walk, her height, her hair, her frame, every detail as he remembered it.

Biting his lip, he picks up his pace until he is sprinting, knowing she would be able to hear the pounding of footsteps behind her. And when she glances back...

"Lyanna?" The incredulous voice of her brother, just recently heard the news that she has been kidnapped by Rhaegar Targaryen. And even more recently, knowing the price their father and brother have paid to try to demand her back.

She and Ben are his only family left.

He closes the distance. Reaches to catch her in his arms, to fold them around her and embrace her tightly. "Lya," Ned murmurs. "Thank the gods." Where they were didn't matter, for one beautiful moment. She was safe. She was free.