"Oh--" her gasp was theatrical. Light and less serious than she'd sounded a moment ago. Lyanna accepted herself as the figure in his imagination only by degrees and syllables -- alluding to her understanding, but never quite confronting it. A careful verbal game of cat and mouse, one whereby she would never quite have to tell him how unseemly the words were becoming. "Careful, unless she hears you and takes your words for another challenge."

Testing her bravery as well as his reactions, she started out so simple: tapping her sword once against his.