It was raining, not even a light spitting.
It was pelting it down in thick sheets that seemed to permeate everything with not only wetness but the chill that came with it. It was absolutely miserable, especially when it felt like they were making no progress. Atreus didn't know if he was coming or going anymore, he didn't know whether he should continue on with his orders or let Lyanna go back to Bear Island—or take her there himself. It would be dangerous for her to travel alone.
Luckily the few men he'd been travelling with hadn't noticed they'd been travelling in circles the past few days while he made up his mind.
This rain, however, was presenting a problem.
In the distance on the road Atreus could barely make out the sign of an inn on the road.
“Lady Mormont.” Atreus said, glancing down at the girl sat in front of him on the saddle. He'd wrapped his cloak around her the moment it had started raining, hoping his body heat would keep her warm.
“Ah'm going t'stop us at the inn fer the night, would ye give me yer word that ye will nae cause any trouble?” Escape he meant. It was safer for her to stay with him after all. Lyanna had proven to be troublesome on occasion but he felt like they’d come to some sort of understanding.
“Think of a warm bed and a hot meal.”