@frozenasterism sent ; i don't need sleep. i need answers. ( from larence )
a huff of air was all the acknowledgement he gave, a faint amusement buried within the sound as heavy steps approached followed by the sound of an empty chair scraped over stone flooring, a man who has never had much cause to quieten his movements save for hunting, when the snow would help in muffling all noise. even at the late hour, winterfell itself would never be still, with its rotation of guards, the necessity to keep a number of fires fed throughout the coldest hours of the night, even despite the hot springs below, or with restless guests. "i have only just convinced rickon to listen to his nursery maids and go to bed. must i do the same with you?" the words were lighthearted but his tone belied his concerns, he knew of sleepless nights, had endured enough of them himself over recent years, but he knew equally well how fruitless it might be to tire yourself out only to have no more clarity when the morning broke.
"i find that answers come more easily if you are well rested, and when talked over with others." advice he often did not heed himself, for discussion would invariably end with trying to discourage him from the path he had already decided on, and in any occasion where he had been swayed, he would almost certainly have had less problems if he'd favoured his own solutions, oft involving a valyrian steel sword.
