"Rickon's pup. Didn't get as much training as the others, but he must have stayed with Rickon the whole time. Bolton threw his head on the ground during the parlay."

He feels her shudder, feels her clinging, and it's obvious that there isn't much left in her. Washing off the worst of the grime will have to do for now; something more extensive can wait until they've both slept. He bends his head to kiss her, but the kiss, while tender, doesn't linger.

"I'd be the same if it was you... and in such a place. Castle Black was better. We didn't make a Wall of the dead. But I told her everything I could, and she wouldn't listen. She'll grow used to the idea in the coming days... she must."