jon might muss up her hair and call her “little sister.” she’d tell him, “i missed you,” and he’d say it too at the very same moment, the way they always used to say things together. she would have liked that. she would have liked that better than anything. // he wanted to believe it would be arya. he wanted to see her face again, to smile at her and muss her hair, to tell her she was safe. she won’t be safe, though. winterfell is burned and broken and there are no more safe places.












