She can see what her words have done to him and instantly, despite all the hardness and cruelty she's learned since they parted, she regrets not being gentler with him. She should have been more careful. Her suspicion that this is somehow a trick lessens and she steps in close to him, unable to respond for a moment as she reaches up to take his face in her hands. Bare, ungloved hands, a rarity to be sure but it means she can feel the roughness, the realness of his face under her calloused fingertips.

"You got there." She doesn't understand, but she can do him that kindness. She can find a way to ease the frightening strangeness of whatever is happening, because he may not remember all that's happened, but this is certainly Jon.. She would know him anywhere.

"So did I. So did we all."

But how to tell him anything that happened after that? Her heart seizes at the thought of how he'll take it.