[Claire can't feel her toes. She's sure they're still there, and it's better than them hurting from cold. Walking is automatic. A glance up ahead lets her know that they're not keeping pace back here. Others are struggling, yes, but no one else has to limp along.
If she wasn't sure Theon would throw a fit, she'd get Jamie to carry him.]
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If she wasn't sure Theon would throw a fit, she'd get Jamie to carry him.]
Take my arm.