She didn't hear him exactly, focusing on the chair that he helped eased her into her. Her head was still swimming, her stomach still twisting. At least now they were in the village, her feet could be given a chance to rest and let the swelling go down. The heat wouldn't be as exhaustive to her, she could simply sit for a moment and enjoy the feeling of being somewhere other than the wastes.

"I thought you said he was your father?" She asked, her mind finally wrapping a little around what he was saying. It was a paradox, a paradox for a woman still half with fever. "'Rhaegar's lady', that was what Viserys called her. The Usurper's lies never reached Essos."