( She stills at the mention of his father, grey eyes widening. And then she bows her head, expression vividly reflecting the empathy they had shared earlier. )

Then he must be more than simply a little proud of you. I have not found one single fault in your manners. He raised you well, and it does you both credit.

But I am simply myself, Jon Snow. There is— ( She hesitates, and then forges on. ) —a certain relief and peace in that.

Officially. A half-sister was born to a woman he met two years before I came along.