The next few minutes were a bit of a blur for Jon. The whole world seemed to stop for a moment as the Night King ceased to be. As the shards of ice fell to the ground the blood on Longclaw splintered and fell as well. Tiny shards of red mixed within the pile of ice that used to be the Night King and Jon didn't know what to do. The world around him seemed to go silent as he looked up. The wights in the courtyard fell and Jon felt something within him release. The wights were falling so killing the Night King ended it all. The war was over and the people he loved were finally safe.

It took him a moment to turn around and walk back to Theon, Bran, and Meera. Theon's knee was a mess; it looked like a wight had stabbed him straight through the center of his knee. Jon knelt down next to the man he used to think as a brother and looked at the wound. It wasn't life-threatening but Jon knew that some wounds caused more pain than others. Theon was staring at him while wincing painfully.

"Stay here," Jon said quietly and he looked at Meera and Bran too. Bran held one his arms to his best and there was blood dripping down the side of his face. Meera looked stricken like something inside of her was broken. Howland lay on the ground not far from her and Jon winced. He didn't want to think about what it must be like to lose a father like that. He knew what he felt when he heard about Ned dying Jon didn't want to think about what someone like Meera or Sansa, people who witnessed it, had to go through. "All three of you. I'm going to send someone to help you. Bran's chair is broken and Theon you should not walk on that knee unless you want to make it worse." Theon nodded as he held a hand to the wound to try and staunch the bleeding. Bran didn't say a word but his eyes were clearer than Jon had seen them since they were reunited. "Meera." She blinked once and looked at him. Jon didn't know if saying anything about her father would hurt or help right now.

"I'll look after them," Meera said softly and she looked at Bran. Jon didn't think there were words for how conflicted she looked at that moment and Bram looked like he was afraid to even touch her.

"Thank you," Jon said and he hesitated. "I'm sorry." Meera didn't say anything, she didn't even look at him, as he walked out of the godswood as fast as his sore body possibly could. He needed to see his family alive and well and right now that meant getting to the Great Hall as fast as he could. Arya and Gendry were struggling when he left them and he could only imagine how much worse it got.

People were beginning to walk around the courtyard in a daze like they couldn't believe what was happening either. Jon felt his blood run cold when he saw two bodies on the ground and someone all too familiar kneeling next to them. Gendry and Arya were close together, it looked like they'd been holding each other, and now they were lying on the snow surrounded by red. Mesliandre was nearby and she was looking at the two of them fondly as she touched Gendry's blood-soaked hair.

"I will end you if you don't move away from them this instant," Jon said and he didn't even recognize his own voice. Melisandre looked over her shoulder at him and pushed herself to her feet.

"They are alive, Your Grace," she said. "Though perhaps not for long if they don't get care immediately."

"If you hurt them-"

"I did not though I see the boy hurt himself," Melisandre interrupted as she looked at the wound on Gendry's wrist. Jon was usually better at hiding himself but he immediately touched a similar wound on his own wrist. He hoped that Melisandre didn't notice but judging by the way she smirked she did. "The power in king's blood." Jon wanted to stop her but Melisandre walked away from him without another word. She was heading for the gates and he wanted to stop her, throw her back in the dungeon, but there were more important things to tend to. Jon knelt down and tried to ignore the way Gendry and Arya's blood was soaking into the knees of his pants.

One of Gendry's arms was held to his chest with what looked like a swordbelt and Jon could see that it looked like it was terribly broken. The wound on Gendry's wrist appeared to have gotten worse and it looked like he took a stab wound to the leg. Arya had a deep cut on her side and several smaller wounds but it was her neck that frightened him. Jon could only guess it must have come from a White Walker because it looked like frostbite around her neck in the shape of a hand. It looked like a similar wound on Gendry's arm which Jon assumed is how it came to be broken.

"Jon?" a voice said and Jon looked up to see Sansa standing a few feet away. Her eyes were wide and she looked like she'd spent the battle running around. He guessed that she probably had as she tried to keep everyone in the Great Hall calm. "No," Sansa whispered as she fell to her knees beside Gendry and Arya. "They were hurt. I knew I should have made them come into the Great Hall when I had a chance."

"They aren't gone yet," Jon said. He wanted nothing more than to fall apart but now was not the time. He needed to take control and that meant making sure that his sister and her husband lived another day. Jon beckoned some guards over and insisted that they put Arya and Gendry in their room right away and to send up a maester. Sansa looked like she was about to follow but she hesitated.

"Jon, did you see-" she cut herself off like she couldn't force herself to even say the words.

"Theon, Bran, and Meera are all alive," Jon reassured her as he took her hands into his own. "No one can sew like you and I don't think Arya or Gendry want to be covered in terrible scars. You should go take care of them and I'll be up to see you soon."

"Jon, no, you need help-" Sansa said but Jon shook his head. Sansa might be a princess and she might take her role as the acting Lady of Winterfell very seriously but this was his responsibility, not hers.

"Please," Jon said softly. Sansa looked down and noticed the wound on his wrist. She touched it, carefully, and bit down on her lower lip. He was bleeding but not terribly and not so much that it didn't to be taken care of now. Sansa released his hand and pulled out a dragonglass dagger. Jon was about to ask what she was doing when Sansa picked up her dress and ripped a large piece of cloth off. The material was thick and warm which was a perfect bandage as she tied it around the wound on his arm. "Go take care of them and I'll have someone send word once Theon, Bran, and Meera are in their rooms so you can take care of them too. You take care of our family so I can focus on taking care of Winterfell. I wouldn't trust this with anyone else."

"I'm so glad you're safe," Sansa said as she threw her arms around him. Jon was reminded of the moment they were first reunited and how grateful he was to have family in his arms again. He pulled away from her and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Sansa nodded and raced into the castle to help take care of Arya and Gendry. Jon took a deep breath and realized it was time to go see how bad the night was for everyone.

The godswood already told him that House Karstark was gone and Jon could already see the corpse of Lyanna Mormont. Ned Umber had insisted on fighting and Jon didn't have a good feeling about whether or not he was going to see the young boy again. He might be the King in the North but he might be a King with no subjects. He picked his way through the destruction and looked for familiar faces despite how conflicted he was about seeing them. The first familiar face he saw was Jaime Lannister who was staring ahead. Jon followed his gaze and realized that he was looking at Brienne and she was cradling the body of Podrick.

"You shouldn't have been out here," Brienne said and she was openly weeping. Jon knew that despite how much she rolled her eyes she cared deeply about her young squire and he couldn't imagine what she was feeling. Arya, Gendry, and Meera were going to devastated. They were close to the young man. "You're just a boy and you shouldn't have been out here."

"I promised her I would look out for him," Jaime whispered as he made no move to get any closer to Brienne which was probably a good idea. "I promised I would look out for him but that White Walker. It was fast and it was coming for me and-" Jaime cut himself off. "He was a good kid and he saved my worthless life. It should have been me." Jon didn't know what to say but he placed a hand on Jaime's shoulder and squeezed it.

"Make sure she takes care of herself," Jon said softly and Jaime nodded. He walked further into the wreckage and managed to find Davos and embraced the old man tightly. "I'm glad you're okay."

"Not sure how I keep surviving these battles when warriors more skilled than me keep falling," Davos said. Jon didn't know what to say but he tried to maintain perspective. He gave Davos some orders to go and try to help the wounded which Davos happily accepted. Jon continued to wander and realized that it wasn't just some houses of the North that were gone. Beric, Thoros, and all of the Brotherhood members appeared to be gone. Jon didn't know the men extremely well but this wasn't their fight and they fought it anyway. They went south and helped take care of House Frey so Arya could come home safe. They would be buried with honor even though many considered them nothing more than outlaws.

Tormund and Sandor both stumbled up to him and Jon let Tormund pull him into a tight hug. Tormund was a good friend and someone that Jon was far too happy to see survive. Sandor, on the other hand, looked like he just swallowed a lemon as he looked around the wreckage of Winterfell.

"Did they get to the Little Bird?" Sandor asked and sometimes Jon forgot the nickname that Sandor had for Sansa.

"No, Arya and Gendry managed to keep them out of the Great Hall. There were no injuries with the noncombatants," Jon replied.

"And? Did the wolf bitch or the twat with the hammer or the squid fucker make it?" Sandor asked and Jon narrowed his eyes because he really wasn't okay with someone calling Arya a "wolf bitch". He also knew that now probably wasn't the time to yell at a man for so he decided it was probably best to move past it.

"Yes, they are all alive for now though seriously injured," Jon said. Sandor grunted once and then walked away without another word. Tormund shook his head and slapped Jon on the back hard enough that he winced.

"He's a right bastard that one but he fights like nothing I've ever seen," Tormund said. "He helped me kill one of the White Walkers and watched my back throughout the battle. Not a bad one to keep around."

"He's weirdly attached to my sister so I'm not sure I could get rid of him if I tried," Jon replied.

"Jon, your friend Sam, I saw him after the battle so he is alive but the man you appointed Lord Commander of the Black Brothers did not," Tormund said. "He fell on the frontlines. I'm not sure how many of your Black Brothers survived at all." Jon wasn't sure what to say to that but it hurt to think of the men he served with were dead.

"Thank you for telling me," Jon said and Tormund clasped his shoulder. Jon could hear the dragons outside Winterfell and now it was time to see if Daenerys was okay. Jon clasped Tormund's hand and walked toward the gates and just as he got to the gates Daenerys stepped in.

Her face was wind burned from the cold and something that Jon was all too familiar with. Her white fur coat was covered in ash but Jon could see blood on her hands and on her coat. She didn't appear to be wounded though.

"I did my best," Daenerys said and she stumbled hard enough that Jon had to catch her to keep her from falling. "We rained fire down on them but we stayed far enough away so we wouldn't hurt the men. It was working and despite the cold beginning to burn I was okay. Then I saw them attacking Rhaegal and I had to go help but they managed to separate me from my children." She was trembling and Jon had a feeling that she was barely holding herself together. "Ser Jorah, he protected me, and there was a White Walker-" Daenerys cut herself off as she looked around the wreckage.

"There would have been more loss of life if you and your children hadn't protected us," Jon said as he rubbed up and down her arms. Daenerys blinked at him once, twice, and then she visibly seemed to be pulling herself together the same way he had to. There were times to fall apart but for the two of them, that moment couldn't be right now.

"Have you seen Grey Worm?" she asked.

"No, Your Grace, but I will help you look for him," Jon said. The fact that the Unsullied commander did not come running to Daenerys when she walked into Winterfell did not sit well with him. They checked with the wounded first and Daenerys paid her respects to Brienne and Jaime when she sees the two of them with Podrick. Daenerys was looking more and more pale by the moment and Jon knew what was coming.

Grey Worm's body was near the entrance of Winterfell not far from where Jon had found her. A nearby soldier told him that Grey Work had fought extremely bravely and tried to fight two White Walker's at once. He said that Grey Worm saw a White Walker approaching Daenerys after she was on the ground and he distracted it so it would come after him. He killed them both but not before taking a fatal wound to the chest. Daenerys gently reached forward and closed his eyes as they walked back toward the castle. Missandei emerged and she looked so relieved to see that Daenerys was okay.

"Your Grace, I'm so glad you're okay," Missandei said and she was smiling. Jon felt like this was a moment where he shouldn't be here and stepped away to give the two women some privacy. He lingered close, giving orders to people to help make sure that no one else died now that the battle was over, but out of the corner of his eye, he watched Missandei collapse as Daenerys held her close. Jon looked away but he could still hear Missandei crying. It felt like hours later that Daenerys walked up to him and he felt unsteady. There was so much death around him, so many people lost, his home was in ruins, and he wasn't sure if Arya or Gendry were going to survive.

Jon felt a hand in his and he looked over at Daenerys. She also looked unsteady and seemed to make a decision. She pulled him through the castle and Jon followed without a word. He wasn't sure he had it in himself to say anything right now. It wasn't until Daenerys pulled him into his own solar and closed the door that he realized what was going on. They were a king and queen and they couldn't fall apart in public. In front of each other, as friends, they could and Jon knew he wouldn't think less of her for it and the same for her.

Jon wasn't sure if he collapsed into her arms or if it was the other way around but one minute they were both standing and staring at each other and the next they were on the ground and openly weeping. Jon cried for all of the people that were dead; for young people like Lyanna and Ned and Alys who barely started their lives and whose houses were extinct. He cried for his Black Brothers and all of the good soldiers he lost. He sobbed for his little sister and her husband who nearly killed themselves protecting others. Jon allowed himself to break down completely.

Daenerys, it seemed, was doing the same thing. While Jon didn't want to say anything Daenerys spoke as she wept. She cried for the Dothraki that were all but gone. She cried for Grey Worm and how heartbroken Missandei was. She cried for Rhaegal and how she didn't know if he would ever fly again. And she could barely find the words when she spoke of Jorah. Jon didn't know the nature of their relationship but he was beginning to think it went deeper than being a sworn shield. Jon didn't ask and he didn't tell her it was going to be okay because he knew what it was like to lose someone you loved deeply and it never stopped hurting.

Jon and Daenerys gave themselves a few more minutes to break down and then they had to get back up. Daenerys squeezed his hands and pulled him into a hug. It was still a little strange being friends with a woman but it was good. He and Daenerys were going to have to work together once the wars were over and he knew they both wanted peace once all of the blood was finished being spilled. They both straightened and made sure there was no evidence that there were ever tears.

They opened the door and left not a man and a woman who were reeling from tragedy but a King and Queen ready to put the needs of their people first regardless of what it cost.

Sansa managed to keep her hands from shaking as she finishing stitching up on the wound on Arya's side. She had blushed a little and Maester Wolken had told her she could leave when they needed to stitch up Gendry's leg but Jon gave her a job to do and she was going to do. He was the King and that meant he couldn't just focus on their family. At least not right now. There would be time for that later. She hoped that Jon wouldn't wait too long to get the wound on his arm taken care of. The last thing they needed was for it to fester.

She had also removed most of her many layers of clothing and, while Wolken cleaned the wounds for her to stitch, she ran to her room to change into a simple dress that was easier to move around in. When Sansa noticed the blood on the bottom of her old dress she let herself have a minute to panic until she pulled herself together and went to help. Now at least Arya and Gendry weren't in danger of bleeding out but there were other problems.

Sansa remembered the moment she knew she needed to open the door to the Great Hall. The people around her started screaming but a strange sense of calm washed over her. She pulled out the dagger that Gendry gave her and opened the door to hell. A White Walker, that had to be what this thing was, was strangling Arya with one hand and twisting Gendry's arm painfully behind his back with the other. There wasn't any time to think about what just happened; she bared her teeth at the thing in front of her and embedded the dagger directly in the things eye.

She knew she should have insisted Arya and Gendry come into the Great Hall with her after they dragged Edmure inside but they wouldn't. Now they were both half dead with terrible frostbite where the White Walker had touched their skin. A guard came in just as Sansa was laying warm a warm cloth on Arya's neck to try and combat the frostbite.

"Your brother and Lord Theon are in their rooms," the guard said.

"What are their injuries?" Wolken asked.

"Lord Theon appears to have taken a knife to the knee, it looks pretty bad, while Lord Bran is bleeding from the head and his arm doesn't look right," the guard replied. Wolken nodded and looked at Sansa.

"I will go check on Lord Theon if you will go see to your brother," Wolken said. Sansa nodded and quickly made her way down the hall to Bran's room. She froze when she saw who was sitting in Bran's bed. For the first time in a long time, her little brother was looking back at her. Meera was sitting in a chair staring out a window. She was covered in blood and dirt but she didn't appear to be injured. Sansa heard from Wolken that Howland was among the dead and she didn't know how to comfort Meera. Sansa sat next to Bran and looked at his head. He winced as she touched the wound.

"I fell into the weirwood," Bran said as Sansa dipped a cloth into some water to wash some of the blood away. "I hit my head and broke my arm but when it happened it was like I was me again."

"Are you saying you quite literally knocked the Night King out of your head?" Sansa asked as she started to stitch the wound. Bran whimpered and moved his arm instinctually. Without saying a word Meera got up, sat down next to Bran, and let him hold onto her with his good hand while Sansa worked.

"Bran," Sansa said softly. "Arya and Gendry are in their room and they-they aren't doing great but they're alive."

"It was Jon," Meera said after a moment of silence. "He killed that thing." Sansa wasn't surprised that it was Jon and it made her proud of her brother. Now the North could not deny him as their King even though he wasn't Ned Stark's son. No one would try to take him away, take any of them, away from Winterfell ever again. They could stay and rebuild and be safe.

"I'm going to check on Theon," Sansa said as she stood up. "I'll send Wolken down to splint your arm." She took Bran's hand into her own and squeezed it. "It's good to have you back, little brother." Sansa walked out of the room and nearly ran into Wolken. He was frowning and she tried to hide her panic. She must not have been doing a very good job because Wolken gestured for her to follow him. "Please, tell me he's all right."

"He's alive, my lady," Wolken said which wasn't the same thing. "From what Lady Meera told me a wight stabbed him through the knee. The blade passed completely through. While the wound isn't deadly it is very bad. Knees are funny things and when they are injured badly they usually don't heal the same way."

"What are you saying?" Sansa whispered.

"I'm saying that there is a good chance that Lord Theon won't be able to walk properly again and that if he can walk at all it will come with considerable pain," he explained. Sansa clenched her fists because Theon didn't deserve this. He had already lost so much and now he wouldn't be able to walk properly. A moving ship would be extremely difficult for someone who had trouble walking and Theon might be Stark but he was also Ironborn. "There is another option, my lady. We could remove the leg from above the knee. Your good brother could likely forge something as a replacement. He wouldn't be able to move easily but he could move without pain. He is asleep now but we could start the procedure if you are amendable."

"No," Sansa said immediately. "Theon had already had parts of himself cut away without anyone asking him. I won't do that to him, I won't. If he wants the procedure done I want to hear it from him. It has to be his choice." Wolken smiled sadly at her and nodded.

"I will go see Lord Bran now," Wolken said.

"If you see the King please tell him to come see me. Tell him I promise it won't take long," Sansa said. Wolken nodded and Sansa walked up to her room. Theon was asleep and she sat for a long time just watching him breathe. She should go make sure that Arya and Gendry were healing but she needed another moment. Sansa hardly heard the knock on her door but when she looked up she saw Jon. While she knew he cared about Theon he wouldn't want to sit in this room.

The two of them walked down to Arya and Gendry's room where Sansa forced her brother to sit down so she could stitch his arm.

"Gendry has a wound just like this," she said as she worked. Jon shifted slightly and she glared as he was making it harder to work.

"It's kind of a long story and we don't really have time," Jon said.

"Tell me what you can while I stitch your arm," Sansa replied. Her hands didn't tremble when she stitched skin and the blood didn't bother her. Jon looked a little fragile but in the warm comfort of the room, with their family sleeping nearby, Jon opened his mouth and spoke.