It was never much of a home. The first home I remember--
[Her voice tapers. Why is she telling Jon any of this? When did she start to feel so at ease? She glances momentarily at the bottle in her hand, as if remembering its presence, and reconsiders her train of thought.]
I suppose it doesn't matter.
[But she does find the way that he imparts his treatment by the Starks to be interesting. He was, after all, no trueborn son. It was somewhat remarkable that he was afforded the same privileges as all the rest of Ned Stark's children.
She could not help but wonder how his mother had taken that.]
I know of few lords who would show such respect to their bastard children. But I suppose I do not know many northmen.
[She thinks of Jorah briefly, her brows pinching. With all of his guilt and all that had lead him to her, would he have treated a bastard son so kindly?]
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[Her voice tapers. Why is she telling Jon any of this? When did she start to feel so at ease? She glances momentarily at the bottle in her hand, as if remembering its presence, and reconsiders her train of thought.]
I suppose it doesn't matter.
[But she does find the way that he imparts his treatment by the Starks to be interesting. He was, after all, no trueborn son. It was somewhat remarkable that he was afforded the same privileges as all the rest of Ned Stark's children.
She could not help but wonder how his mother had taken that.]
I know of few lords who would show such respect to their bastard children. But I suppose I do not know many northmen.
[She thinks of Jorah briefly, her brows pinching. With all of his guilt and all that had lead him to her, would he have treated a bastard son so kindly?]