They sit quietly, watching her exchange practice-blows with a brother from the Night's watch. She hasn't entirely gotten her strength back yet, but won't listen to either of their pleas to 'take it easy'. The two bastard men understand that it's all that reminds her of whom she really was, whom she really is supposed to be. She'd come to them tired and broken but with the fight to survive still intact. They'd been told that time is the greatest healer of all but The Gods had another thing coming if they expected Jon Snow and Gendry Waters to sit by and do nothing.

They've come to an unspoken agreement of sorts- the Lord Commander watches his little sister until sunset after which the Smithy takes over. The former nurtures her in a way that only a big brother could- reminiscing about home and teasing Sansa about needlework and the Tyrell girl. The latter heals her in a way that only a lover- if that's what they are now- could: hugging her tight at night when the nightmares take hold and gently whispering her name while she in turn claims his body and soul.

They're not fools, the war may have come to an end but they know better than to believe that the internal one will someday end. But for now they have hope and better still, each other and that's all they need to make it from one dawn to the next.