[To say that she has not been the sister he knows, these last few minutes, would be a lie, but this embrace is a little closer to the sister he knows now. When the weight of what he tells her falls upon her, when she throws her arms around him, he hugs her close. And when he speaks, his words are rushed and low.]

I am no different. I wake and eat and ride and fight and sleep, like I did before. Like anyone else. The only difference is knowing it happened.

But I’m not the lord of Winterfell. It was offered to me, but it is yours; you are its lady, by every right. I wouldn’t take it from you.