Benjen glanced over at her, his niece. Worry filled his chest, the encounter with the White Walkers had given her quite the fright and she had lost consciousness the moment she, her brother and Meera were safe.

Although it had been nearly a full day at this point. And Benjen began to worry she'd never wake. Benjen set down the rabbit he had been skinning and slowly stood, moving towards her and crouching next to her.

Benjen reached a hand out, placing a hand to her forehead and moving her hair out of her face. She was breathing, but her skin was oddly hot despite them being out in the freezing wilderness.

Benjen gave her a small nudge, his lips quivering. If she was ill, she'd never surivive out here, especially if she never woke. Benjen's lips formed a thin line before he spoke.

"Wake up now, pup. You must wake."

Benjen urged, nudging her again. Once she finally stirred and awoke, Benjen breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of her eyes staring back at him. Benjen wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he wasn't able to keep her alive. He was her uncle. He was supposed to take care of her.

"Sit up now pup, you need to eat."

Benjen gently helped her sit up, a feeling of fatherly protectiveness filling his chest. He could see the suprise on her face at the sight of him. Not that he would ever blame her. He had almost turned into a White Walker at some point. His appearance was a bit different to what she may remember.