[The second Satchmo's head is nudging at her hand, she smiles, and crouches down so she can pet and scratch behind his ears. She's gotten used to Summer and Grey Wind, and Satchmo is just as lovely as they are.]

I have people from home here. My sister's mentor, and her -

[What is Effie, exactly? Prim shrugs, continuing to focus on Satchmo.]

Handler. [She finally decides on a term, glancing back and over at Peter.]

I spend more time with Robb and Bran Stark, though. So I'm not here all alone, don't worry.