"I was the only Mormont left," She replied with a faint shrug. "I'd been raised and trained to lead, and if I didn't, who knew what sort of moron would be set in my place."

And there were quite a few morons in Westeros, in her humble opinion. Her people deserved better than that.

The canteen was accepted with a small nod, and she was more than willing to take a couple swallows of water to ease her throat from how parched the cold, the blood, the ash had left it. "Lyanna Mormont, Lady of Bear Island."