As much as everything reminds her of home, it’s the hot springs that do it the most. Or at least the most consistently. Makes her think of the godswood in Winterfell, and the springs there. So she tends to... be drawn there. Especially on nights when she can’t sleep, with the snow falling silently outside.

She’ll need to find herself a horse, at some point, but for the moment she’s fine on foot, venturing out into the forest until she’s found the hot spring she was looking for. Clothing, cloak, boots, all end up in a messy pile before she finds herself standing at the edge of the pool. She loves Rhaegar, she does... but it hadn’t hit her just how badly she misses home, misses her family, until she’d been brought here. Until she’d seen Ned. She hadn’t realised... hadn’t thought...

Exhaling, a prayer to the old gods in her mind, she slips into the steaming water.