[He had't been frantic, not exactly. But he had been looking for some urgency for his yellow cardigan. It wasn't at the cabin, which means he likely left it somewhere in the Community Hall. He had other sweaters now, of course, but this one was special. This one had an old photograph folded in the pocket of it, and after what had transpired in his dream during the Aurora, he was anxious to find it again.
Finally, he sees a familiar shock of red hair, with an even more familiar bit of mustard yellow held in her lap.]
Oh Lyanna! You found it -- hello, Lady. [It's a hasty addition to his slightly out of breath greeting, nodding to the direwolf, ever present at the girl's feet.] Sorry, I'm glad you came across it. I thought I'd misplaced it.
three (post-event)
Finally, he sees a familiar shock of red hair, with an even more familiar bit of mustard yellow held in her lap.]
Oh Lyanna! You found it -- hello, Lady. [It's a hasty addition to his slightly out of breath greeting, nodding to the direwolf, ever present at the girl's feet.] Sorry, I'm glad you came across it. I thought I'd misplaced it.