A/N: This is purely a sibling fic. There is No Incest.

Yarra dropped to her knees on the deck next to her brother.

"Theon? What's wrong?" The Ironborn Captain asked.

In response to his sister's query, the younger Greyjoy's hands came up to scratch at his face, his few remaining nails leaving angry red streaks in their wake.

"No, Theon, don't scratch," Yara ordered, as she took hold of her baby brother's wrists, keeping her voice even so as not to distress him further. "Do you want to back below deck? Is that what you need right now?"

At her brother's quiet nod, the sea woman stood up. She lifted him into her arms; ensuring that he was comfortably settled before turning and heading back down into the ship's hold.

"Here we go, baby brother, nice and quiet," Yara murmured. She leaned down, intending to deposit Theon on the bed and change the dressings on his wounds. Theon, however, had other ideas; the 14-year-old began to whine and fuss in his sister's arms as his arms tightened around her neck.

"Hey, hey, settle down," Yara soothed, sitting on the edge of the bed before adjusting Theon on her lap. She positioned the teen so that no stress was applied to the wounds on his back and groin.

"I'm not going anywhere, little brother," she promised. "I just need to get a bath set up for you and then change your bandages. That's all."

Theon shook his head, letting out a frantic sob as he tightened his grip.

"Okay, okay, we can just sit here for a bit," Yara soothed.

At her words, the dam broke, and Theon let out a long, broken, keen before dissolving into a fit of violent sobs.

"That's it, baby brother, just cry it out," Yara murmured, rocking the distraught prince before tucking his head against the crook of her neck. "You're safe; I'm here. Cry as long as you need to, no one will judge you here."

Theon cried long and hard against Yara's shoulder; his sobs intermittently broken by screams of frustration and anguish.

All Yara could do was hold him through the storm of emotions, whispering soothing assurances of safety and love.

Eventually, Theon's sobs tapered off into tiny hiccups, and he lay against his sister's chest; utterly spent.

The Iron Queen couldn't help the sympathetic murmur that passed her lips as she caught her baby brother's gaze.

The whites of Theon's eyes were tinged pink, and his face was littered with tiny, purple dots.

"By God, he cried so violently that some of the blood vessels on his face burst," she thought.

"C'mon little brother," Yara said, keeping her voice low and even to keep Theon calm as she lifted him and walked over to sit him on a table near the bath. "Let's get you bathed and change your bandages; then it's back to bed with you."


An hour later, Theon was curled up in a hammock in Yara's quarters. The steady rocking of the ship having lulled him to sleep as soon as Yara had him settled. For the first time since his rescue, the teen's sleep was calm.

The 29-year-old Captain sat in a chair next to her baby brother. She kept a steady hand on his belly and read over a parchment with the other. Every so often, the ship would still, and Theon would begin to fuss as the rocking motion ceased. When this occurred, Yara would slightly rock the hammock with a soft proclamation of "I'm right here," much like a mother settling a babe in a cradle.

This routine went on late into the evening. Theon was now curled on his side in the hammock with his hands tucked under his chin, murmuring contently in his sleep.


The peace did not last long, however, as Theon began to thrash in his sleep before waking in a fit of sobs.

Yara was at his side in seconds with soothing words and the assurance that all was well. Theon's arms remained about his head; as if shielding him from a blow.

When Yara helped Theon out of the hammock, the source of his distress became clear.

The entirety of the boy's britches was soaked through; in his distress, Theon wet himself.

The teen let out a whimper and shrank back as Yara took a gentle hold of his arms and guided them away from his head.

"You're alright," Yara soothed. "I'm not angry; it was an accident. You're not in trouble."

Theon looked finally looked up at his sister's proclamation; his eyes alight with a hopeful trepidation that made Yara's heart clench. His gaze was begging her to speak those blessed words again.

"You're not in trouble," Yara repeated. "I love you baby brother," with that; she drew him to rest against her breast, pressing gentle kisses to the top of his head.

They stood like that for a long while until Theon began to squirm in her embrace. He was ready to get out of his soiled clothes.


Warning: Graphic depiction of wounds and wound treatment. Feel free to skip this part if it offends you.

Yara was amazed at the amount of her brother's trust that she gained in the two weeks since his rescue.

Once she had the necessary supplies, the Captain lay a waterproof oilcloth on her bed for her sibling to rest on. She turned, prepared to help Theon out of his clothes, only to see that the boy had stripped off his britches and underclothes.

Surprised, she guided him to lay down before undoing the bandages around his hips. She grimaced as she caught sight of the mixture of blood and urine that soaked the compress between Theon's legs.

"Fuck!" She thought as she peeled the compress away; revealing the wound.

"No man should have to go through this; but for a boy of only 14 years to endure what he has. By the Drowned God if I had 10 minutes alone with those Bolton monsters.."

A whimper jolted Yara out of her thoughts, and she quickly schooled her gaze into that of a loving older sister.

"Just relax Lil' Kraken," she told Theon, using her 'bossy older sister voice' as Theon called it. "We're going to have you fixed up in no time."

Resuming her task, Yara used a soft cloth dipped in warm water to clean the bloody mess from around the castration site. As gentle as she was, Theon still flinched every time she touched the area.

"Almost done," she promised each time, her free hand reaching over to pat her brother's knee.

After what seemed like an eternity, the mess was cleared away, and she spread a healing salve around Theon's groin to combat any skin irritations.

Finally, she placed a fresh compress over the area and wrapped a bandage around his hips.

"You did so well, baby brother," Yara praised, leaning down to kiss the top of Theon's head. "I'm so, so proud of you."

She then moved to grab a pair of woolen pajamas for him; using the time that he dressed to put away her supplies and change the bedding in the hammock. She made sure to line it with two layers of oilcloth in case of other "accidents."

After ensuring that they both had a proper meal, Yara spent the rest of the evening telling Theon the histories and lore of the Iron Islands. She then moved on to telling him stories of their childhood, watching his eyes, and desperately hoping to see a spark of remembrance.