Has she ever called him Sandor before? Just the first name, just like that, so familiar? He doesn't think so. Thinks he'd remember that, thinks it would take her feeling especially brave — or it would have, once.

What is the last thing you remember from home?

He stares at her, eyes narrowing, thoughtful. Keenly assessing what's happening here, the implication, what it means.

I am the Queen in the North now.

At length, slowly, he ventures, "They say... time moves differently, here. When they pulled you through, or your brother... might not be the same as when they pulled me through."

A beat, and then he nods in her direction, a gesture with the tip of his chin.

"You're older. Older than the last time I saw you, by more than just a few seasons."