[jon smiles a little. it's a kind gesture, and a little childlike; it seems like something rickon would do. this boy looks much older than rickon would be, but still younger than him--maybe sansa's age. the slow dull ache of missing his little brothers grows sharp for a moment. he drops his arm. he can't take water from a thirsty kid.]
I don't know if water will clear my head. But thank you. You drink it.
[if it were coffee, maybe...but he doesn't say anything, because he really doesn't want to imply this boy should go out of his way to get him coffee.]
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I don't know if water will clear my head. But thank you. You drink it.
[if it were coffee, maybe...but he doesn't say anything, because he really doesn't want to imply this boy should go out of his way to get him coffee.]