"None of that sounds even the slightest bit familiar," Theon says, picking up the strange little doll, and in his pleasantly floating place on an ocean of what he's beginning to suspect is very powerful medicine, he likes it, tucking it closer to himself. He hopes little Lyanna Mormount lives, the little bear.

"I am Theon Greyjoy, of Winterfell and the Iron Islands, of-- Westeros," he says, because he's not sure if Neil will recognize any of that. "I was in battle. I fell in battle, in the godswood. I was trying to keep my family safe. What did you mean that the battle goes on?"