[ Claire listens trying to find the parallels between her world and Jon's. What he's describing sounds to her like a culture similar to the Mongols, or other groups of Eurasian nomads.

With her hand still resting on this leg, she listens with rapt attention as he describes Winterfell, and when she hears his hesitation, she squeezes, giving him a warm smile of encouragement as she pushes her hair away from her face, gazing at him. ]

I would like that. I want to know everything you're willing to share with me, all of it. Including your home, the places you remember with the most fondness. [ She looks back at the chalice, reaching out to lightly trace the pattern closest to his hand. ] That's what I wonder about when I find things like this. Was this a...a harvest chalice that everyone drank out of in the autumn? Did someone hold this cup and put their hopes and dreams into it before pouring an offering?

[ She can't help her curiosity and she gives a small, one shouldered shrug that accompanies a soft smile. Her fingers move from the chalice so that she can drag the pads of her fingers over the back of his hand. ]

If we're being completely honest, showing me every old thing you can sounds like a night out, to me. [ Her smile grows into a one dimpled-grin. ] Whatever you can think up, never worry if I'll want to see. The answer is always going to be yes.