Castle Thorne, she says. Of course she's there, it makes sense. Where better a place for this particular Lady than a frigid castle? Better she be there, he supposes, than in the deserts. At least there, her brother can look after her. Can't say he's heard particularly great things about Thorne itself, but it could be worse. It's unlikely they'll be stripping her at Court in this world, even if she is technically a captive again.

And it isn't like Solvunn would be a safer place for her. That night at Aloy's when feral beasts ransacked their dinner party proves as much. She'd have had no place in that fray. Of all the possibilities, he's got to concede she wound up at the best one for her. Hard to identify the reason for his displeasure, then.

"Aye," he agrees bluntly, lips pressed into a line as he flicks his eyes to the flower in her hair, then back to her face again. "But it's not every day I have more coin than a Stark. Might as well enjoy the satisfaction."