If that's Lady Stark, then this must be Winterfell. Something about it feels eerily familiar, like she's set foot here before, but it must because of her familiarity with the Starks. It feels like them. Claire watches Jon before she settles her gaze on the woman, and that little boy. Bran. Strange to see these people she's only heard of, and to see that red hair that Sansa has.

This baby-faced Jon Snow has Claire's mouth opening to remark on it. He's so young, and she already thinks he's young as is. The conversation has her attention. This had to be so long ago.

And then his step-mother says the words. Claire can't help but scoff.

"Please tell me this isn't..." A true memory, or whatever it is.