[He gives her the moment to her collect herself. It’s easier not to have to talk too much of how he had been brought back. As much as she wipes her eyes, he tries to take some distance from something that he tries not to think on much, and that is never very far from his thoughts.

But when she speaks again, he answers her.]

It is my seat, as much as I have one… by your leave. I am not the lord of it except in that I am its king. I don’t have a train. My men are Stark men. You act as my regent. I am king to fight the Dead, that’s all. Anything else can wait.

[He doesn’t really expect to survive the battle.

Maybe no one will.]