[He narrowed his eyes as the Stark waif appeared in the near distance. She was a tiny scrap of a thing; he refused to be afraid of her. Rhaegar hadn't been afraid of Eddard, he certainly wasn't going to be afraid of Eddard's underaged female whelp. He kept his head held high as he closed the remaining the distance between them. Once he was close enough for them to converse, yet still far enough away that he could make a run for it if he had to, he stopped.]