[ it's a vague answer, but likely an honest one: if he were lying, he'd likely say something easier, she thinks, and for all the faults she can ascribe to Jaime Lannister, a liar isn't the first thing on that list. he'd helped Tyrion escape, she remembers Daenerys telling her as much. ]

The Hound has no one, Ser. Not here.

[ nor did he back in Westeros, she thinks — she wouldn't have even known that he was still alive, had it not been for Jon, for the story he had to tell, of North of the Wall and the Night King and their journey back to King's Landing.

but perhaps Jaime knows nothing of that. she wouldn't, either, after all. for all she knows, he might remember nothing; and yet, he calls her lady Stark. she wonders. ]

You're lucky. You wake up only a little after the one who would burn all Lannisters, save for her Hand, has gone back to sleep. Of course, my brother might still do it for her... or himself. Jon's quite the swordsman.