Raya sat.

She sat with her hands in her lap as Tormund and the other free folk gathered together. They spoke in hushed whispers, casting looks at her. She was excluded from their discussions. Ygritte was not. She stood beside Tormund, his large arm lugged over her shoulders. He was giving orders and everyone was listening intently. The group that had started off as 20 was now at 9. They had lost 5 climbing the wall. Jon had killed 5. And then Jon himself had left.

Raya took a deep breath when they set fire to the pile of bodies they had created. She resisted the urge to cry. She didn't feel that she had the right.

The free folk stood around the fire and they mumbled among themselves and one by one they started to leave the circle. Tormund and Ygritte stood there the longest, Ygritte began to cry, for more than one reason Raya assumed… and then, she left Tormund alone. He stood there with a blank look on his face, his gaze on the flicker of the fire. He touched his upper arm, the place Raya knew his gold bands rested. He took deep breaths as he stood and no one spoke to him. Slowly people began to sit down in different areas of the grassy area and they waited.

Tormund stood before the flames until the flames were almost engulfing ashes. Raya wondered if she was the only one worried about how he'd stood there so still for so long.

When he turned around, his gaze ran her over. He looked around at the remaining 8 people he had with him and he took a deep breath.

. "Orell and I had suspensions," he said finally, loudly, in a voice that quieted the whispers of the other wildlings, "So Mance has been getting information from me through Orell's bird," he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Jon only knows what we've told him," he opened his eyes again, "and since we've told him things we have changed many of those plans. Mance and some men are on their way to us. We hold until they reach us and we go forward as planned. Nothing has changed," he began to walk around the fire, "Nothing has changed," he repeated, "We are going to take the wall and Jon and his limited information will not cause us to fail."

"He killed five of our men on his own!" someone yelled out.

"He was raised in a noble home. He had training," Tormund scoffed, "but the rest of the crows do not have that practice. We outnumber them and we damn sure can outfight them."

"And the sister?" someone else asked.

"The sister," Tormund said tightly, "will not be a problem."

"We thought the same thing about the crow!" one of the three remaining women yelled.

"Aye," Tormund admitted, "but she hasn't hurt any of our own, not even when they fought her crow brother," Tormund looked around at the lot of them, "That counts for something."

"We welcomed Ygritte back for that same reason," Toregg, Tormund's eldest son spoke on her behave.

"He stuck his cock in the noble born and now he's blinded!" one of the men yelled, jumping to his feet, "He isn't fit to lead!"

Raya's head flew up and she looked around. Tormund stalked towards the voice and the free folk began to climb to their feet. Ygritte, Toregg, Torwynd and one other rushed to stand at Tormund's back while the other 3 people stood across from him. Tormund grabbed the man by his jacket and hoisted him slightly off his feet.

"Aye, you're right," he hissed, "I did," he yanked him closer, "and if you speak on my cock or the Stark again I'll smash your skull in," he dropped him to his feet, "and I'm not leading anyone. Mance is your leader," he spit at the man's feet, "Wait for your leader to lead you."

Tormund stalked off, hitting the man's shoulder with his own hard enough to look painful.

Raya diverted her eyes. She felt so many things.

Everyone seemed to gravitate in to separate places. The three people that had stood against Tormund settled down together away from everyone. Ygritte sat near the fire that burned, her eyes closed, her bow and quiver of arrows in her lap. Tormund's sons and the other man began to collect the bags that belonged to their fallen and then they all sat together to go through them in an attempt to take what they would still need.

Raya didn't belong. She felt like she didn't belong anyway. How could she? Her brother had just slaughtered five of their people and then taken off without a second thought. She had cost them lives and Tormund, the only person she'd thought that she could trust fully had wedged an ax in her brother's shoulder. She swallowed at the thought. Tormund had wanted to kill Jon and he was going to kill him. It didn't matter to him what Jon meant to her.

She thought about confronting him, but knew better than to push when he'd just defended her honor despite… everything.

She wondered if Jon was okay and if he would make it to Castle Black alright. She wondered how hurt he was. She prayed for him.

She had known that it would come to this. She couldn't understand why she was so emotionally fragile. She had known all along that Jon was a cro- man of the Night's Watch. She'd known Jon her entire life. She had known that he would never break an oath. She had known. But, here she was confused and hurt and alone. It had been only two nights earlier that she'd felt as if nothing could make her life all the better. And now, it had all crumbled down around her.

Her head jerked up at the sound of footsteps and Toregg addressed the free folk.

"We're moving. We need to find an area to set up camp. If rangers come across Jon Snow, this is the last place he's seen us. We can't camp here. Pack up and move out," he turned around and spoke to his brother who was at his back and then he began to collect his bags.

Raya pulled herself up.

A/N: Sorry about the little filer but I tried to transition this in to a different conversation and nothing sounded like it flowed properly in my head so I'll just start the new chapter with my transition piece and hope for the best. Thank you to all of you lovely people that have read, reviewed, favorited, or followed this fic. Thank you to the people that have made it this far and then decided this fic wasn't for you. I honestly appreciate ALL OF IT!