@nothisdaughtergrimes sent "I don't want to be alone."
He looks up at her, bleary eyed from being awakened from his sleep inside his tent. He raises both hands to his face and rubs his eyes, then reaches out to dim the lantern at his feet.
“Well, come on in out of the cold.” He grunts, shifting over to make a space for her. She’s really getting too old for this. But who can blame her with the dead milling around?
“You not sleeping alright?”













