"It is." He couldn't begin anew without her. They had to be away from the cities, away from the same sort of politics that tore at them to begin with. He was tired of that life and the unending war that he had given his life for, only to be forced back onto his feet again. He was tired, and while he had given in to Sansa's request and rejoined the fight in Westeros, this was a different place. He could finally rest and have a life, one that was completely his. No duty, only the two of them.
"We won't be leaving them. We could come here on certain days before going back." It wasn't ideal, but it was better than rarely seeing each other. He knew Sansa well enough to understand that she would be fine on her own. She made that clear when they reunited at the Wall.
"You don't want it?" It was hard to read her sometimes, especially in this moment. He wanted this so much, he couldn't be sure if she would trust him and accept the challenge as well. It was so similar to when he hoped desperately that she would believe him about the Night King. Only then, he was met with a simple, 'you better get to work, Jon Snow.'
Everything was different from when they first met, even if he still struggled at predicting her thoughts. "We aren't abandoning anyone."
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"We won't be leaving them. We could come here on certain days before going back." It wasn't ideal, but it was better than rarely seeing each other. He knew Sansa well enough to understand that she would be fine on her own. She made that clear when they reunited at the Wall.
"You don't want it?" It was hard to read her sometimes, especially in this moment. He wanted this so much, he couldn't be sure if she would trust him and accept the challenge as well. It was so similar to when he hoped desperately that she would believe him about the Night King. Only then, he was met with a simple, 'you better get to work, Jon Snow.'
Everything was different from when they first met, even if he still struggled at predicting her thoughts. "We aren't abandoning anyone."