"Or her," she says, arching her brows at him. Come now, don't be sexist, Jon. "Living on the outskirts of the city seems dangerous, especially so close to the border."

She drags her gloved fingers along a wall, wiping away dust and time with the motion.

"Give it a good cleaning, and it would be quaint." Not the expansive halls she'd grown accustomed to. Not even the locales where Viserys took them to, where lords housed them as children. Still, there's something curiously intriguing about the cottage--particularly when it's only she and Jon.

This prompts her to look over, considering him. "depends on who lived here."