Daenerys awakens and for a moment she doesn't know where she is. A small chink of light filters into the cell and she moves towards it, letting it shine on her face. She is so cold, but at least now the fever has passed. She closes her eyes and thinks about Jon, hoping he is safe. She knows where he has gone. She wonders if she will ever see him again.

So now she plays a game of cat and mouse with Cersei, pretending that she knows the fate of Sir Jamie Lannister. She pulls the cloak around her that Cersei has given her, smiling a little to herself. She knows who is going to win this battle.

Now Jon has returned everything has changed. They have retreated to high ground, to re-group and to discuss tactics. Jamie Lannister tries to convince Jon that the best tactic would be use all their strength in one last push for victory, but Jon is more cautious.

"While the Night King lives then we must be prepared to outwit him."

Jamie laughs harshly.

"Outwit him? One thrust of my sword will see to that!"

His henchmen nod and murmur in agreement.

Jon stands proudly and they all turn to look at him expectantly.

"I am no coward! I will fight until my last breath to save this land, but we must have a plan. The Night King is the master mind who instructs his army to fight on his command, in their thousands. They have no fear of death because they are dead already. We, as men, must think like them, even though it is unnatural to us, then we will understand them. If we fear them, then we are lost before the second battle has begun."

There are more murmurs of agreement.

"And what is your plan?" Jamie asks impatiently, looking down into the valley, scanning the trees and rocks for signs of the enemy, feeling a chill in his soul.

"Come, I will discuss it with you," Jon gestures towards Jamie's tent.

"Discuss it now, in front of my men, I have nothing to hide."

The men gather closer, their eyes wide with excitement and fear. Tyrian knows that Jamie is playing a game with Jon, he knows him so well.

"Perhaps my lord, you would rather your tactics and discussions thrashed out in the open for everyone to hear," Tyrian intervenes, addressing his brother. "I know of no surer way to encourage dissent and disagreement among the men."

"Thankyou Tyrian," Jamie says sarcastically, "I can always trust you to offer your opinion on matters that do not concern you."

"With respect, these matters do concern me, very much so, for it is I who will be putting my life on the line, even if it is of little importance to you."

There is laughter amongst the men and Jamie looks at his brother with undisguised affection.

"Enough!" Jon puts his hand up impatiently. "Come, we do not have time for this."

Jamie nods and starts to follow him, and Tyrian moves towards them, but Jon stops him.

"Wait inside, I will be with you in a moment," he says to Jamie.

He walks a short distance away with Tyrian, then says,

"Take Rhaegal and find Daenerys in King's Landing. Do not tell anyone where you are going, especially not your brother."

"No, please, my lord, I wish to stay here and fight. I hope you are not angry with me."

Jon puts his hand on Tyrian's shoulder.

"You have been a true friend to me and a brave warrior, but I need you now more than ever."

Tyrian knows when he is beaten. As he looks up into Jon's dark determined eyes, he knows that there is no point in arguing. The battle has been fought with Fire, Dragon Glass and Valyrian Steel. His dagger of Dragon Glass has served him well, but his size has made it a deadly quest, ducking and diving, swiping at the legs of his enemy. He knows his days are numbered.

"Very well, my lord, I'll do as you request and bring her back here."

"No."

To Tyrian's surprise, Jon squeezes his shoulder almost painfully.

"Do not do that. Send Rhaegal back, we will need him here. The Queen is too sick to travel. Find her and protect her, but keep her safe in King's Landing, that is all I ask of you!"

Tyrian nods in confusion. How will he keep Daenerys from returning? Before he can ask this however, Jon turns swiftly away. He watches him disappear into the tent. Surely Daenerys will be needed in the battle with the White Walkers? She can command her dragons, better than anyone. Why is Jon so sure of himself all of a sudden? Instinctively, Tyrian knows that something has happened since he last saw him, but what?

Tyrian sighs and shakes his head, making his way over the uneven ground to gather up his belongings. It is already dusk, the days are so short here, compared to King's Landing. He is glad to be going home, although he wonders what kind of reception he will get there. He cannot trust Cersei, but he will risk anything to save Daenerys.