She looks away, watching Ghost as he chews happily at the chicken corpse. No matter where they turn, the dead haunt them. Part of her almost wishes that none from their world had come, at least it would have spared Jon the heartache of losing his brother a second time.

But that is a cruel thing in and of itself to think. Aren't the moments they'd shared before Gallipoli worth it? She hopes they were.

"Another thing to worry about later, my love." She can be strong. She will be strong for him in his grief. "If there's a way to discover what's become of Robb, we will find it."

Her fingers curve around his forearm, gently coaxing him into movement.

"Shower and rest. You'd said much the same."