He'd had a home and a family, but when it came down to it, it had been half of a family, and half of a home. He'd never really belonged there, because in the end, a Snow is not a Stark. He was only welcome there because the lord of the house said he was. Lady Stark had never wanted him there, and she'd made that very clear. He might have had a place to belong if things had gone differently.

They're only a few feet from the inn, where he spots a couple of chairs in the shade outside. He leads her over to one and makes sure she's sitting in it before he continues.

"Ned Stark wasn't my father." He can only hope that this makes sense at some point. He doesn't know how else to tell it. "He was my uncle. Lyanna Stark was my mother."

She must know the story. She must have some idea of what that means, right?