Falling in live with a crow was the one thing you never would have even dared to imagine happening. You had been put in charge of keeping an eye on the man after the wildlings had captured him. You looked after the prisoner, you shared meals, but also your tent. He never spoke to you, or anyone; so you just get a nod or a grunt as an answer but as days went by and nights grew colder you got closer to one another to end up in each others arms and finally talked ar meals.

"Hey," Jon began, playing with the knot of the ripe that attached his hands together while you were hammering the steel bar into the ground. "I don't think I ever thanked you.." He paused as if he was contemplating on what to add, but then finally completed his sentence with a 'thank you'.