[jon...blinks. he shuts the door behind him. his room is new sparsely decorated, there's a robotic raven perched on the table. he's not sure what to address first.]

Rey is my friend.

[...probably not that. he shakes his head.]

I do respect you. And I never said I knew anything. Do you think I would have spoken any differently to my own brother? To my--to Ned Stark, the man who raised me? It was Sansa who guided me through this world, not the other way around. I could barely type on the implant. Rey helped me learn. Gaby found me work. Sansa made me my clothes. If I had spoken to them the way you spoke to Rey I'd be alone on the streets. You're right I should have messaged you privately. I will apologize for that. But--you spoke harshly to Rey. I wanted--to reassure her.

[he wasn't trying to make her look ignorant. he was trying to make it look like an honest mistake anyone could make. he even added the bit about the free cities so she would be able to contribute some knowledge to the conversation. this was all intuitive, partially picked up from sansa, and he doesn't know how to explain it.]

All I said was that the titles were different here. I tried to say it was strange to me as well. You were the one who said it made you look ignorant. That was never my intention. I even said you knew more than me about the Free Cities.