"Jon..."

Sansa's voice reached his ears as he sat at his desk in the Lord Commander's chambers. Something in her tone made him turn and look at her.

She walked in, Lady Brienne behind her, and shut the door. Both looked sober. Sansa had dried tears on her cheeks. It was the first sign she'd cried since their reunion.

"Jon, I need a maester."

"We don't have one. He died. Are you sick?"

"Worse. I need moon tea, Jon. I'm not going to carry that monster's baby."

For the hundredth time since his sister had arrived at Castle Black covered in bruises and cuts, with a haunted, vacant look in her eye, Jon felt a rage swell up in him. His fists clenched at the thought of anyone hurting his flesh and blood.

He led the two of them into Maester Aemon's chambers, empty since he'd died. They located his apothecary, but found no moon tea.

He suggested they try looking in the Mole's Town brothel. The four of them, Sansa, Jon, Brienne and Pod, all tried not to notice the blood on the floor and walls as they searched it.

All the bodies had been burned by the Night's Watch, but the signs of a slaughter were still there. The whole town had an eerie feel. They located a stash of moon tea, and couldn't get out of there fast enough.

Sansa hurried to the kitchen and then to her room and Jon didn't see her for a couple days.

When she appeared at dinner, she looked better. Relieved. Like a weight had been lifted off of her.

"Better?"

For the first time, Sansa smiled. "Better."