Joan gave a soft smile to Jon as she reached gently reached for his hand to hold under the high table in Winterfell's feast hall. Their wedding celebration in the North had been going well, but Jon had hardly spoken a word to her in the past few hours. She could see something was bothering him.

"I am happy to be in your home with you, my husband, but you seem to have something on your mind. Can I help with what is troubling you?" She asked.