The more she watches and listens, the softer her expression becomes. A wistfulness settles about her by the time Jon speaks to Ghost. She's intruding. This isn't the sort of reunion an onlooker should be around for. Not after everything Jon's been through thus far.

She's just turning away when Jon looks up and coaxes her closer. Closer, to meet Ghost. A wolf whose fur is as white as the snow she'd seen in Gallipoli, and eyes bright red. Haunting, and yet... not. This is no beast, but a wild thing just as much as her own children are.

"You don't want a moment longer?" she asks, more out of polite respect than any real hesitation. Truthfully, this little bit of wildness is a vivid reminder of their world. And any connection to their world... She steps into his room, cramped as it is, and crouches down near Jon. Not as close to the wolf, for she has no intention of invading its space. Still, that doesn't stop her from lifting a hand, eerily similar to the way Jon had to Drogon on the cliffs of Dragonstone.