Night had settled over Westeros. Tyrion had found them an old abandoned house and pulled the horse into the stable before he managed to get Jaime down from it. "Well, at least you're walking again." Jaime stared ahead of him and said nothing. Soon, Tyrion got a fire going in the old fireplace and warmth filled the room.

He wrapped Jaime in the blanket and sat next to him. He looked at him. "Jaime? Can you hear me?" Jaime sat still, looking at the flames saying nothing. Tyrion sighed and got up, going to get some bread for their supper.

"Gone."

Tyrion stopped in his tracks and turned around. "Jaime? What did you say?"
"Gone. All gone. Dead... All dead." He spoke without emotion. Tyrion got the bread and sat back down. "I'm still here and so are you. Not everyone is gone, Jaime. Here, eat."

He pushed the bread into Jaime's hand and to his surprise and relief, Jaime did eat. Tyrion sighed a bit and looked at the fire. "I often think back to when we were children you know? You were the first one to make me laugh... You were the first one I walked to."

Jaime said nothing and ate the bread. Tyrion watched him. "You were always so kind to me. The only one not to treat me as a monster and-" He stopped as Jaime suddenly groaned, grabbing his head.

"What is it?" Tyrion was on his feet and put his arms around Jaime. Jaime whined, rocking back and forth. "The walls... all come down. I can't... I can't breathe..." He took deep breaths, looking around, panicking. Tyrion watched him. "Come on, get up. Get up!" He pulled Jaime to his feet somehow and hauled him outside.

Jaime collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath. Tyrion held onto to him. "It's alright, you're outside, you're okay... Breathe Jaime, breathe. That's it." Jaime lay there, his breathing get back to normal as he looked at the sky as his calmness returned and he lay still.

Tyrion sighed and sat down. He had, for a moment, preferred Jaime when he was panicking. At least he was talking then. Jaime mewled softly, gripping the grass in his left hand. Tyrion got up and walked over, laying down next to him and looking up at the sky.

"Next time you feel afraid Jaime... You remember this sky. How big and open it is. All those stars, remember that Jaime." Jaime stared at the sky and he seemed to have calmed down. Tyrion soon managed to get him inside, but Jaime slept by the door and slept very fitfully waking up many times during the night.

The following morning, Tyrion was sure the only one who had a good night sleep was the horse as it trotted up the Kingsroad to the north. Tyrion looked back at his brother and smiled a bit. He wasn't sure how badly damaged Jaime was mentally, but he knew his brother had developed a fear of being in any space where he could not see the sky.

Indeed, as they stopped to let the horse rest a few hours later, Tyrion noticed that his brother seemed to have developed a passion for looking at the sky. Jaime looked at it like he had never seen it before. Or maybe it was being trapped that he appreciated it more now. Tyrion had to smile at this slight happiness in his brother.

"You'll get a neck ache from looking up all the time." Tyrion half-joked as he sipped from the wineskin Jon had given them. Jaime looked at him, the slight breeze whipping the blanket he was wrapped up in, before looking around as though trying to get his bearings.

"We are going that way." Tyrion pointed. "Do you remember?" Jaime frowned and then simply copied his brother's gesture. Tyrion smirked. "Yes. That way." He was more worried about Jaime now... But his brother was alive, the rest could wait.

Following on from their rest, they kept traveling, passing through villages and small towns. Tyrion managed to exchange some goods for other goods and word had reached a blacksmith in one village that they were heading to Winterfell and he prepared their horse for the journey, before coming out with two cloaks.

"Here you are. They... They were my sons. They fell at the battle of Winterfell." Tyrion nodded and took them, not saying anything about the sizes. "Thank you... You have been very kind. My brother and I were at the battle as well. Your sons did you proud." The blacksmith nodded and turned, going back in. People watched as they left the village.

That night, rain fell steadily. They had taken shelter at yet another abandoned farm. Tyrion was worried about the number of places that had been left here by people who were either dead or had left. Jaime stood by the window, wrapped up in the fur cloak, staring outside. "No stars brother."

Tyrion looked around and got up, walking over to him. "No, not tonight, but they are there."
"Where?"
"Oh just behind the clouds. When we get up north, you'll see all of them." Jaime nodded and returned to his thoughtful silence. The following morning, it was sunny, but turning rather cold now. Jaime seemed to have improved a bit in his mood as well. He sat up front with Tyrion and looked out across the landscape.

"Brother, snow!" Jaime rocked back and forth a bit and Tyrion found himself smiling a bit. "Yes, we are almost there Jaime. We need to pass the neck and then carry on going up the road and then we will reach Winterfell. How are you feeling?"

Jaime seemed to think for a while before he shrugged and then hissed in pain. Tyrion looked at him. "What is it?"
"Back hurts."
"Did you want to stop for a while?" Jaime though shook his head and looked about silently. Tyrion sighed.

"This is going to be a long ride." He found himself almost laughing when Jaime groaned in agreement.