She doesn't get to finish the question. One second she's staring at their clasped hands, at the flames which tickle at her skin but feel surprisingly cold, and the next she's stood in the snow, watching the gates of Castle Black swing open and her sister ride through. She sees Jon Snow descend the stairs to meet her, disbelieving she's there until he holds her tight and brushes the snow from her auburn hair. She's beyond the Wall, watching Bran and Hodor and Summer camped round a fire. She's in a small boat, the choppy grey waters of the ocean all around her, watching as Gendry rows. She's in a great hall in a foreign land, filled with the silence of the dead, watched by their unseeing eyes.
She doesn't understand half of it, and she's terrified she won't remember when she wakes, but the power and surety of what she's seeing rushes through her. What little family she has left are safe.
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She doesn't get to finish the question. One second she's staring at their clasped hands, at the flames which tickle at her skin but feel surprisingly cold, and the next she's stood in the snow, watching the gates of Castle Black swing open and her sister ride through. She sees Jon Snow descend the stairs to meet her, disbelieving she's there until he holds her tight and brushes the snow from her auburn hair. She's beyond the Wall, watching Bran and Hodor and Summer camped round a fire. She's in a small boat, the choppy grey waters of the ocean all around her, watching as Gendry rows. She's in a great hall in a foreign land, filled with the silence of the dead, watched by their unseeing eyes.
She doesn't understand half of it, and she's terrified she won't remember when she wakes, but the power and surety of what she's seeing rushes through her. What little family she has left are safe.