Little gifts, things easily managed. A dress for Sansa, plants for Claire. The sort of things a woman with nothing but time on her hands finds herself doing in the lull of the day. She smiles in response, inclining her head but saying little about it.

That smile slips away upon the subject of Ramsay. "Your husband--he's skilled in battle?"

She doesn't ask that out of disrespect, but she knows of Jon's experience in war with Ramsay. She's seen the aftereffects of the Theon in her world. And ah--Theon. Ramsay was quick to say he'd played no part in the Ironborn's return to stasis. Perhaps he spoke a truth. A truth in how many lies?

"Ramsay bent the knee to me," she says, just as slowly as Claire was to mention her points. It's not a hesitance of one who is fearful of being scolded, but of a person tired of these little wars amidst her people. "I wasn't in Westeros when the Boltons and Starks battled. I've heard of it, of course. And I've met the Theon of my time, who set sail for Meereen with his sister, Yara Greyjoy. He was quiet, but there was a strength to him, still."

If Ramsay broke her world's Theon, he recovered enough. Maybe not to be fully healed, yet he functioned. And she's been the victim of abuses, has seen the extent of cruelty (to the extreme that Ramsay's been said to take it?) to know that if he's broken, truly broken, he may not heal.

But she doesn't think he is.

"This Theon's mouthy enough. I think he just needs to be reminded of who he was and is."