Melisandre. That, perhaps, takes her most by surprise. The Red Priestess, so far north? Oh, but she'd come to Dragonstone speaking to Jon's abilities, she'd not forgotten. Summon Jon Snow, she'd requested.

Her hands fall to the table he'd been on, watching the scene play out with a strange look in her eyes. So he'd died. He truly had taken a knife to the heart, Davos was not merely a Northerner with his silly tales. Of course she'd suspected... but how could one return from the dead?

"The translation is gender neutral," she says, voice dull. Still, she watches the trio. "It means the prince or princess. I said I liked it better that way."