"Good, she remains under my protection, for however much that means in this world." Too little, when things grow tumultuous because of antagonistic individuals. "But I'm too far south, and I've no dragon to ride, were she to ever need my aid immediately."

It's a 'thank you,' unspoken.

"He was. I don't know of all those details, only rumors. Things his own people gossiped about, things my Hand told me. When I met Theon Greyjoy, he was... quiet, but respectful, and with enough of a spine to speak up to bolster his sister's words."

She falls silent, listening to Claire, watching her.

"You adopt his troubles as your own in your worry for him." That has her sighing through her nose, her look not one of reprimand, but tinged with concern. She knows all too well the toll it takes on a person to watch one they care for struggle. Couple that with one's own torture... "You've a good heart. It's enough to reach him. He needs someone there to remind him of not only who he is, but what he is. Leave Ramsay to Sansa and I."