A way through the crypts to the springs. Good, at least they just have to continue on. She nods at him, stepping in front of him when he offers that she take the lead, walking fearlessly through the cold and darkness and the intimidating stone sculptures of the dead Kings of Winter.
Though a little while later she's stopping again; not anywhere close to the springs, the crypt still stretching on into the darkness ahead of them, lined with unsealed tombs waiting for the rest of the dead. She turns to the tombs to their side, lifting her torch to see the three tombs side by side. Faces she doesn't recognize, but something about them had called out to her just now, too. A lord in the middle, with a long, stern face that could only belong to a Stark, and two smaller sepulchers on his either side... his children? A boy and a girl.
"Who are they?" she asks Jon, frowning. Unable to help herself, she reaches a hand out towards Lyanna's statue, but her fingers don't touch the stone, not yet. "Who is she?"
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Though a little while later she's stopping again; not anywhere close to the springs, the crypt still stretching on into the darkness ahead of them, lined with unsealed tombs waiting for the rest of the dead. She turns to the tombs to their side, lifting her torch to see the three tombs side by side. Faces she doesn't recognize, but something about them had called out to her just now, too. A lord in the middle, with a long, stern face that could only belong to a Stark, and two smaller sepulchers on his either side... his children? A boy and a girl.
"Who are they?" she asks Jon, frowning. Unable to help herself, she reaches a hand out towards Lyanna's statue, but her fingers don't touch the stone, not yet. "Who is she?"