Theon tries and fails to place the accent, vaguely registering the stranger's similarly unrecognizable clothing. But the man's touch is gentle enough that Theon lets himself believe, believe that the stranger has him in a place away from winter, that Sansa is safe, that he will live long enough to make any sense of this.

How much he wants to sleep, though he supposes if he does, he'll just wake up again, bleeding out in another strange place. He jerks a little at the tap to the face, though his eyes focus, like he's really seeing the stranger for the first time.

"Who are you?" he croaks. "Do I hear horns?" There are strange lights in the edges of his vision, and a roar. "Don't tell me there are more-- more dragons."