Ygritte's p.o.v

I never wanted to give birth in the forest, but it is what it is. Limping, I leaned on trees for support.

Jon kept on asking me if I was ok. My suffering spoke louder than my words. I recall I was just

only six months pregnant at the time. Jon served as my midwife. Bloody and quite small, Dove was

delivered of my flesh. Her birth took such a toll on my body that I hemmoraghed. A nearby waterfall

healed Dove and me.