Send me āIām here for youā and my muse will tell yours a worry of theirs, a fear, or a confession theyāve been meaning to get off their chest.
Jon would leave for the Wall the next morning- this, this was his last night in Winterfell, at home; perhaps all that he was leaving behind stirred in the young manās mind, causing his late night vigil by the window- a safe distance from the sill, considering⦠Wrapped in his thoughts, he nearly missed anotherās presence completely before a boot resounded on the stone floor, Robbās words drifting through the darkness as if they knew what passed through his mind. Dark eyes turned away from the view below, meeting those of Tully blue while the skin around his eyes tightened slightly- not from anger but from concern. A few moments passed before he spoke, Ā a subdued tone wafting through the cold hall.
"I know that youāll keep them all safe, Robb- Sansa, Arya, Rickonā¦and Bran, butā¦try to keep yourself safe while Iām gone. Youāre always concerned with protecting everyone else, yet I worry youāll forget to protect yourself."