Even as she comes back to herself he doesn't let go of her or back away, instead staying close to her and holding her to ensure she's okay. There's concern in his gray eyes as he watches her, not caring about what that might have been but instead for her as a whole. Though he's seen a few things in his time, someone slipping into a vision isn't going to scare him off either. There's a small look of relief when she says she's alright, though his hand stays settled on her cheek still. He can't quite pull himself to let her go. Instead the urge is to hug her to him, though he's not sure that's right of him to do either since they barely know each other. "Are you sure? Do you need water or somewhere to sit?"

His eyes flicker up to Lyanna and he lets himself draw her into a hug. The hand on her cheek sliding into her hair gently to offer her sturdy arms that won't let her fall even if the ground feels like it's tilting in a direction. "You know of all the tales, that's one of the few that's missing. No one has really said how she died, at least not to me." It's a hole in all the stories. He knew she'd supposedly been kidnapped, and that she had died during the rebellion but he can't remember anyone saying how. "That couldn't have been easy to see," he murmurs softly. "Though, you said Promise me Ned? Did you see my father there with her?" There's a small pause before he shakes his head, "We don't have to talk about it right now if you don't want to though. If you need to rest instead." Was this the thing that had been calling to her down here though? Not an animal but a vision luring her in?