[jon's heart plummets when sansa does, and he stumbles away when robb and grey wind come into view. he's spent too long pushing away those thoughts. if I look back, I am lost. funny--he hears it in her voice.]

Sorry--I'm sorry, I didn't mean--

[he reaches for her hand again.]

I'm glad you're here. I'm glad you're--

[yourself. he'd thought she'd gone home again, and though it was reassuring to know she was alive in the vale, the alayne debacle had been...harrowing. it left him with an uneasy feeling. he had seen her come through the other side, so he knew she could do it, but he hates to think of what must have happened to make her that way.]

I'm glad to see you.

[he tries a small smile again.]

The wolves could do it, you know. Ghost always knew [...when the others had been killed.]...what the others knew. Nymeria was running around the Riverlands with a massive pack of lesser wolves. I think Shaggydog ate a unicorn.