[ She isn't sure what to think of that. To be King in the North is no small thing, and it is not a farce. If it was given to him, and the people accepted it, then...even if he was not the lord of Winterfell now, perhaps they just don't have the time for ceremony during such chaos, would it not need to be made so?

He still looks so weary, and not just because he already suffered a long ride and battle today. It's a tiredness of the soul, something that she can relate to, despite walking a very different path. It was given to him. Did he even want it? The Jon she knew likely wouldn't. Wouldn't know what to do with it. In her future, if she is to help as regent, perhaps that eases the burden.

And who was helping her? What of Petyr? What of Robert? She can't imagine that frail boy surviving such a journey, let alone a battle. ]

In this...future of mine, what of Fath— What of Lord Baelish? You say that we assisted, the Vale assisted, in retaking Winterfell. Is he...safe? With me at Winterfell, then, or did he return to The Eyrie to gather more men?

[ He couldn't be dead. She wouldn't know what to do with that information, and the anticipation tightens her grip further on his sleeve. ]