He'd been content to go back to a stroll, finding standing about and stillness uncomfortable. Nervous energy was much more obvious when a body was not in motion and shaking hands weren't very kingly.
He stops, though, briefly, double-taking at Jon like he couldn't believe what just came out of his mouth. Names he hadn't heard or thought about he was shocked, mostly, to have them there again. His jaw goes slack, even.
"Maester — Aemon Targaryen? He must have been..." Internal math comes up old. Old as balls. Hitched aside a Mormont, though, must have been a theme. "And he taught you?"
Well now he had real reason to think Jon was something better than average, if a Targaryen invested time into him on any level, enough that Jon could say he learned from him. Curious, really, what that meant. He was the last of his house — had been, at one time, then he was gone as well — of course he retained interest in those he assumed gone as well.
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He stops, though, briefly, double-taking at Jon like he couldn't believe what just came out of his mouth. Names he hadn't heard or thought about he was shocked, mostly, to have them there again. His jaw goes slack, even.
"Maester — Aemon Targaryen? He must have been..." Internal math comes up old. Old as balls. Hitched aside a Mormont, though, must have been a theme. "And he taught you?"
Well now he had real reason to think Jon was something better than average, if a Targaryen invested time into him on any level, enough that Jon could say he learned from him. Curious, really, what that meant. He was the last of his house — had been, at one time, then he was gone as well — of course he retained interest in those he assumed gone as well.