[ It is a natural place to gravitate towards. It can't help but remind him of home, and helping care for the horses as he had as a young squire is a familiar and enjoyable routine for Ned. His dappled destrier Floe will be missing him, he thinks. He wonders if any of the other folks at home know that he's gone. If Benjen is all right, the only Stark left in Winterfell.

But there's nothing Ned can do about that now. He brushes a beautiful bay now, cooling her down after a little trot around the pen.

When the woman speaks to him, he looks up at her, tossing light brown hair out of his eyes and giving her a thoughtful look. ]

Aye, you can rent them for a day. Or perhaps work out a trade with the owner, free care in exchange for some personal use.

You ride often?