Nothing. They sit until the thaw. Well, I suppose you can dress them as a man of your House, or as your old maester, and you can try to knock them down with snowballs, but they don’t do anything after you’ve made them. They’re like statues in snow.

[The second thing she says gets a sympathetic look.]

No, I expect not. My father, he had a firm hand, but he was kind.

When I went to the Wall, sometimes I wished he had been firmer. Not often, but now and again. I still knew I was a lord’s son.