[He doesn’t move, nor does his expression change much.]

A red priestess of the Lord of Light, come to the Wall with Stannis Baratheon. She prayed over me and I woke on a table in my quarters.

[She seems less dubious than he would have expected, but maybe it’s easier to believe something like this with a live dragon curled up an arm’s length away.

He does not say the rest: Gods forgive me, but it was a long time before I no longer wished they hadn’t done it. Sometimes I still wish they hadn’t.]