No worries, no worries. I know Doctor isn't something used where you're from, you're still adjusting do it. I'll happily accept Ser Darling.

[The nudge of Lady's nose against his hand ears her a careful scratch behind the ears, with the hopes that direwolves enjoy ear scratches as much as other dogs do. He's a creature of touch, as well, and his fingers settle against Sansa's arm briefly in greeting before he seats himself in the chair next to hers with a warm, friendly smile.]

I don't need to wear it immediately, no. I'm happy to wait, of course. And happier to see you again. I was looking for it, actually, because I'd left something in the pocket. A square of paper, with an image on it. Like a small painting, in shades of grey. Folded in half, did you find it? It means a great deal to me, and I was hoping you'd seen it.

[He remembers his manners, finally, and reaches out again to touch her knee lightly.] Thank you so much for fixing that tear. I was just going to keep wearing it until it fell apart, but now it will last that much longer. I suspect it go caught on a branch.