It was late in the cold forest. The sound of snow and the footsteps of forest animals while the rustling of the campfire was the ambient sound. Bran, Hodor and Meera slept close together to keep warm while Jojen watched the fire in silence. The sound of him rising from where he was lying caught his attention as he glanced at him from the corner of his eye — but he remained silent as he continued to look at the fire. Even though they were both on this journey long before they met Bran and Hodor, he always had some sympathetic moments like these.

The silence wasn't disturbing, but it was as if you needed to break the silence. From the moment he revealed about the visions, you understood why he was so cold in moments like these. He had one of his arms resting on his knee, the other buried in the snow as he let the wind blow past him.