When Robb had been on Atia's island, he had told Jon about his wife Jeyne. After all, she had been the reason why he hadn't been too keen on loosening his collar. His brother had nothing but good words about the young woman, but Jon would have never thought about meeting her. Even less so on an island that seemed so close to Atia's. There was not a lot of information available on this place, but Jon still feared what would result of their collar. He hoped it this was not a repeat of Atia, for he did not wish to have to explain it to Jeyne, and to his sister Sansa.

When he saw in retreat, flushed, he cursed the lack of clothing they had been forced into. He suddenly missed his cloak dearly, for he would have wrapped it around her shoulders, so much her discomfort was showing. He gave her a small smile as she hailed, replying with a small nod:

"I am well. What about you, my lady?"

He tilted his head at her question: "I suppose I am. I have asked around for more information about this realm, and could not get a single clear answer, even from those who have spent their lives here."

It was worrisome how the Natives seemed to not want to help any of the ones that had collars around their necks.