He holds her close, infinitely grateful. The worry of the past weeks when she's been missing makes his embrace all the more fervent, and there is deep sorrow in his eyes when he at last releases her far enough to look into hers. There is no trace of that sorrow in return, and he knows she doesn't know. Knows, too, that he must bear this secret a little while until his questions are answered and they know more of this place. He cannot burden her so soon with the knowledge.

Ned touches her face gently. "You are safe? Well?" He scans her over, looking for marks or bruises, but she looks whole. Happy, even. If as confused as he is about where they are. "Gods, Lyanna. We all thought the worst when he took you. He has treated you well?"