Elaine had known they would not long be staying at the keep once they had all returned to Winterfell. With her preoccupation with Joramun, however, the days had come and gone so quickly that when the morning of her Lord father's departure arrived, she was not at all prepared. She had hurried to the gates when Dyanne had found her in the cells to deliver the news of final preparations hoping to get in one last word. Of course, she lingered on the outskirts, deferring interaction with her father first to his men, then to Uncle Rodrick, followed by her mother and the rest that stood above her in precedence. But when the moment presented itself just as he was going to mount his horse, she hurried forward with much more graceful steps than she had limping into his office nearly a week prior.

"Father!" she called out to catch his attention. Though her voice bore no desperation, it did hold an air of not wishing to be overlooked. "You had best not leave without first saying farewell to other daughter, even if she has caused you no end of stress over the course of the past two fortnights."