Jean knew what winters were like, and so even the harsh cold of what these people called the North, was little nuisance to her. Her body ran hot, likely due to her powers within. The landscape of this place was unreal to her though, and she took any chance she could to just walk through the untamed forests of the realm. She didnât know much about it, or about how much of her own universe was similar, but she was sure blood on the ground was not something she would normally see. She gazed around, attempting to decipher which direction it had came from, and if someone was in need of aid. When her eyes were failing her, she reached out with her mind, faintly detecting one nearby.
Something inside of her sprang to action, and she wasnât sure if it was the doctor in her, or the X-Man. It didnât matter as she dashed through the woods, narrowly avoiding low branches hidden beneath the snow. Some of the higher branches even managed to lightly scrape into her skin, but she knew she would be fine. What mattered was that someone was surely going to die if she didnât reach them soon, she could tell that much by the sheer amount of blood she found on her way.
When she could feel herself getting closer, she begun to call out in her mind as well as with her words. First, her telepathic voice would say Hello?! Then she would follow by her voice, âHello?! Are you okay?â
She could tell she was getting closer as she begun to feel the otherâs thoughts began to grow clearer, but they were growing faint. If she did not hurry, they would not live. That was when she made out a mess of dark leather and furs against the trees, and soon the figure stilled. She continued to run to them, eventually making out dark curls and pale skin. As she approached, her voice seemed to fail her as she immediately reached for their clothing. If she did not do something to stop the bleeding now, they wouldnât be able to make somewhere else for her to finish her work.
jon heard a familiar voice, though he was unable to distinguish whether it came from the frozen wood surrounding him as he laid drifting off in the snow or from his imagination. drifting in and out of consciousness he heard the voice again. dark hair clung frozen to his forehead, and his eyesight poorly revealed to him the blurred figure of his sister. his voice was reaching, drifting helplessly away from him as he called out weakly, âsansa.âÂ
the wolf felt warm hands somewhere on his chest, whether they were near the wound in his shoulder he couldnât distinguish. his senses were failing and falling together as he bled out into the blinding snow.Â
when his eyes opened again he wasnât sure how long he had been gone, but the scenery was much the same. and now he could make out the closer features of his sister. delirious and losing feeling in his arm he spoke again, âyouâre here.â