The fire crackled weakly against the chill of the Wall. Jon sat close, the cold biting through his furs until Satin’s hand brushed his.

It wasn’t bold, just warm. Human.

Jon glanced at him, and for once, the silence between them didn’t feel heavy. It felt alive.

Satin smiled small, shy, certain.

And for the first time in a long while, Jon stopped feeling like a ghost.