She's startled by his approach, as though she's forgotten that she's still standing out there on the street, and she hastily wipes at her eyes with the back of one hand. "My Lord, I—" And then she falters at the sight of the direwolf sigil, her gaze lingering on it because of course she knows it, before it moves to the large white wolf at his side.

She lets out a shaky breath as her eyes lift back up to his face, and the words leave her even before she can even think to say them. "You must be Jon."