[There's that open hole in her chest - for Arya and Lady and Nymeria and Ghost most of all - for her aunt, for - oh, gods it's been so long - Robb and Grey Wind and Bran and Summer, her lord father and lady mother and - (oh it's so far now, like a series of doors slamming shut) sweet, baby Rickon is ages away. Five lifetimes ago. More than that.
(Lady and Ghost alone on Clock who will look after them? Arya? Lyanna? Does the Clock still exist?
Four fingertips against Jon's hand - she remembers suddenly his burns and her own mother's wounds (what is it with Starks and hands?) and her voice is raw when she answers.]
No. It's---it's just us.
[For now? It's a small, small ghost of a thought. And:] Yes, it does, a little. It's a bit like that.
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(Lady and Ghost alone on Clock who will look after them? Arya? Lyanna? Does the Clock still exist?
Four fingertips against Jon's hand - she remembers suddenly his burns and her own mother's wounds (what is it with Starks and hands?) and her voice is raw when she answers.]
No. It's---it's just us.
[For now? It's a small, small ghost of a thought. And:] Yes, it does, a little. It's a bit like that.