[ Something small tightens in her chest, in her voice, for all that she cannot (could not have, before his hand—) imagine Jaime failing to overcome an obstacles so simple as misdirection. Lost means something different here. ]

They say it's safest to stay where it's lit. [ is said with wry awareness of how seldom the word safe has applied to anything her brother has done, and yet minutely softened, as if she could will it. Be safe, damn it. ]

Might it have been one of the Stark brats? Calling your name. Children are fond of jests.