He laughed, despite himself. "Sansa is the roughest-tongued proper lady I've ever met," Jon offered, half a teasing comment and half a compliment. Whatever happened, she was still family. He nodded to Daenerys, though, silently thanking her for the words. It was like this with them, two outsiders despite being deep and protected inside the walls of Winterfell, helping one another out as they could.
"Could still be true, though. And if I'm to be left behind, it's not permitted for me to stay as the castellan. It would be a black cloak and the Wall for me."
And for the first time since he'd arrived in the Godswood, Jon shivered at the thought before he shook it away. He looked at Daenerys and tried to put on the most hopeful face he could manage. "There's no danger of being left behind for you, though. No need to worry about that."
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"Could still be true, though. And if I'm to be left behind, it's not permitted for me to stay as the castellan. It would be a black cloak and the Wall for me."
And for the first time since he'd arrived in the Godswood, Jon shivered at the thought before he shook it away. He looked at Daenerys and tried to put on the most hopeful face he could manage. "There's no danger of being left behind for you, though. No need to worry about that."