@honourofwesterling // cont.’d
a small woman she was, if even his cloak looked so big on her --- this, when Jon himself could hardly be called vertically favored. Ygritte had been short, herself, and her head would tuck perfectly under his chin, as he held her close and left loving kisses on that impossible tangle of red hair. something else he counted in common with Robb, apparently --- their chosen type of girl. whereas the spearwife had been wild and untamed, however, Jeyne was sweet and docile and tender; far too tender for the terrible hardships imposed on such fragile shoulders. would that he could have protected her from all of them, as his cloak now did to the snowflakes descending from the skies above.
‘ you need it more than i do. ‘
courtesy offered, no less, but truth as well; she hadn’t been made for the harsh climate of the North, let alone extremes that could be found at the Wall, and surely could use any extra shielding from it. besides, what would Robb have to say, if he was to let his nephew be born as a block of ice? dark brows furrowed in concern for a brief instant, then, noticing her discomfort, only to quickly light up anew as the source of such sweet pain was revealed. without hesitation, when offer came, he brought up a hand clad in black leather, resting it gently over the round bump; and the rest of the world be damned, let them stare --- he did deserve a second or two of peace of mind.