As another day dawned, Tyrion awoke in their campsite and looked around, before freezing. "Jaime?" He sat up and looked around. "Jaime!" He began to move through the woods, calling his brother's name. He stopped when he saw him. Tyrion sighed and stormed over to his brother.

"Where were you?!" Jaime jumped a bit and looked at his brother. Tyrion continued. "You can't just... Wander off like that!" Jaime stared at him, before looking back at the clearing in the woods. Tyrion ran a hand over his face and tried to collect his wits. He spotted what Jaime had been looking at.

Just in front of them were a herd of deer, but they were pure white. The Stag stared at them whilst the females fed with their new young. Jaime stared at them, mesmerized by them it seemed, as though he had never seen a deer before. Tyrion watched as the Stag bellowed and the group quickly ran off into the forest. Jaime whimpered, but watched them go. Tyrion frowned and returned to his brother.

"Are you alright?" Jaime paused, before nodding.
"I woke up. Everything is so quiet." Tyrion looked at him, it was the first time in over a week that Jaime had said a full sentence near enough. Tyrion sat down on a rock and after a few minutes, Jaime sat down with him.

"We will be passing White Harbor today. Then, only one more night before we reach Winterfell." Jaime nodded but continued to stare into the woods. Tyrion looked, trying to see what he saw, in hopes to better to understand his brother.

After some breakfast, they set off again for the road. They had not seen anyone since leaving the village with the blacksmith and that worried Tyrion. Jaime looked about as they carried on, as though sensing the quiet as well and pulled his hood up, rocking back and forth. Tyrion placed a hand on his brother's shoulder in what he hoped was a comfort to his sibling.

As they traveled through the area, White Harbor could be seen in the distance. Jaime looked at it, with the small boats going in and out. People were going about their daily business, as though what had happened with the White Walkers and the capital had not happened. He frowned, almost envying them.

Tyrion looked at him. "Did you want to stop for the night there, or keep going?" Jaime looked at the place, before he looked away, looking ahead of him. Tyrion understood to keep going. "When we get to Winterfell, I am going to sleep for a month."

Jaime frowned a bit and looked at his brother, as though trying to figure something out, but said nothing. They stopped about mid-afternoon by a stream. Tyrion washed his face in it and looked at Jaime.

"Come on, the water is fine and your face needs a wash." Jaime was standing by the horse but made his way over. He sat down by the stream and tried to take his shirt off. Tyrion watched, before moving and taking the shirt off for him.

He froze when he saw Jaime's back. His brother's back was covered in bruises and cuts and what looked like to be dents in the bone as well. He was thinner as well, the bones stretching the skin. The bruises were angry looking and some had welts on them. No wonder Jaime had complained of back pain.

"Get rid of them," Jaime said, wiping his arm down with water. Tyrion frowned and got a piece of cloth from one of his shirts, dipping it into the water, before carefully running it over Jaime's back.

Jaime sat still and bowed his head. "Ge.. get rid.. get rid..." He whimpered and cradled his head. Tyrion shushed him. "Don't worry, we will Jaime... We will."

Jaime sat still and soon was wrapped up in a fur cloak. The sun was warm and despite some snow on the ground, there was the promise of spring in the air. As Jaime lay on his side in the cart, Tyrion sat next to him and looked around. A few butterflies danced lazily in the air, as the sun rolled across the hills and the mountains beyond.

He sighed a bit, enjoying the peace. Jaime looked up and moved, so he sat next to his brother. "Do you like it here?" Tyrion asked. Jaime bit his lip but said nothing looking around. Tyrion looked out across the landscape. "For once, I agree with you. Look, there is a house not too far... Not much in the way of a roof, we can stop there for the night."

They did and it was empty and for once, Jaime slept straight away. But Tyrion knew he was a fool, thinking that the calm could stay.

That night though, Tyrion was awoken by a strange hiccuping sound. He thought Jaime was crying in his sleep until he saw his brother convulsing on the floor. Tyrion jumped up and ran over, pushing Jaime onto his side and grabbing an old discarded wooden spoon, put it into Jaime's mouth. Jaime's left hand and stumped came up to his chest as his legs kicked again the floor.

His eyes rolled back and he made clucking noises in his throat. It went on for what seemed a lifetime, but in reality, was only a minute. He soon stopped and lay still. Tryion removed the spoon and cradled his brother's head in his lap.

"Shh sh... I've got you, you're alright. You're okay." Jaime's eyes moved around, trying to focus on something. Tyrion stayed with him, forgoing sleep that night to keep an eye on his brother. Jaime whined and drooled onto his brother's lap, but Tyrion didn't seem to notice; for at that moment, Jaime's hand found his hand and he held onto it.

Tyrion held Jaime's hand. "I've got you. I've got you."