She's careful not to move, and she flexes her fingers in her lap, the palm of her hand still itching. "They say that monsters are real," she admits. "They said that, at home. That there were monsters beyond the Wall." She paused. "The White Walkers. My brother-" And it's the first time she's ever really called Jon her brother, but he's all she has left, and even though she doesn't know if he'd forgive the things she'd said in the past she's got to cling to the smallest amounts of hope. "My brother is there. On the Wall, to protect Westeros from the things beyond it."
She doesn't know why she's still talking, babbling more like, but she is. "He's called Jon," she said quietly. "Jon Snow." And she wonders then, if Jon hated her for it -- how cruel she had been.
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Date: 2012-10-29 12:56 am (UTC)From:She doesn't know why she's still talking, babbling more like, but she is. "He's called Jon," she said quietly. "Jon Snow." And she wonders then, if Jon hated her for it -- how cruel she had been.