[ Her attention is completely on him now. Everything around them is forgotten—distant voices echoing from the halls, the smell of bread and damp dirt—they don't exist. It truly is only the two of them in her narrowed field of vision. ]
What does that mean?
[ Her head feels light and dizzy, and the weight of her churning stomach might be too much for her to keep her head on straight. She abruptly sits back down to avoid falling and begins to reach for his arm, but thinking of him dying and then rising again...like the undead. Like Others, white walkers, wights... Her fingers curl in and jerk back before she dares to touch him.
It has to be another lie. Why would he make such a lie to her? Why would he hurt her like that?
She whispers now, though it escapes like a hiss born of terror. ]
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What does that mean?
[ Her head feels light and dizzy, and the weight of her churning stomach might be too much for her to keep her head on straight. She abruptly sits back down to avoid falling and begins to reach for his arm, but thinking of him dying and then rising again...like the undead. Like Others, white walkers, wights... Her fingers curl in and jerk back before she dares to touch him.
It has to be another lie. Why would he make such a lie to her? Why would he hurt her like that?
She whispers now, though it escapes like a hiss born of terror. ]
What does that mean, Jon?