"Southern lordlings might lead like that, but no Northerner would ever follow a leader who wasn't on the lines with them." Some Southerners had proven to be decent people, brave and honorable, but as a whole, Lyanna still couldn't help but feel scorn for their ways. "Especially not those of Bear Island."

She has no such salute, but returns the gesture with a short, but respectful sort of nod. She can tell that this woman and her companions are cut from a similar sort of steel to her people, can respect the determination it takes to survive, especially in a harsh place.

"Aye," It was always smart to take one's rest when the chance arose, to eat and more importantly learn of the place she was in, the places connected to it. And to make allies. If she was alone here, allies would be key, and this small group seemed the sort of people she could get along with. "Not about to turn down a chance to take a meal."