Ok, thanks for letting me know about the formatting! hopefully this time around it turns out better :) Also edited it a little bit more in ther early morning hours so hopefully theres a few less oddities.
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After what could have been a lifetime but was probably only a few minutes, Jon heard the patter of other peoples feet jogging to join them. Slowly releasing Arya from his arms, but not letting go completely, he looked up to see a small group of survivors, the only warning Jon had to swiftly remove Arya from his lap so she wouldn't be caught up in a tackle, was the loud reverberation of "LITTLE CROW. Jon only managed to get Arya's upper half out of the way before he was tackled to the side by the overexuberant red head, chuckles running through his body, only this wild man touched by fire could possibly have this much energy left after the night they had all had.
Jon saw movement out of the corner of his eye, the blacksmith bastard son had moved forward towards Arya, he felt his chuckles die down as he watched Gendry reach purposely under Arya's arms and pull her legs out from between himself and Tormund. She had had a grin on her face up to that point, but now they just stared into one another's eyes like he imagined he once had with Ygritte. Shock coursed through him, followed by distrust, brought to fruition when Gendry bent his head down and gave a passionate kiss to Arya.
Jon's instincts took over attempting to push the large man off of him so he could wring the little punks neck, but the Hound beat him to it, with a growl, he managed to pick up the blacksmith by the back of his neck and bared his teeth. By the time Jon was standing, Tormund was still lying on the ground like he couldn't believe he'd been thrown to the side. He felt the first words he'd spoken since the end of the battle rattle through him "What the hell do you think you're doing Baratheon?" for in his mind, the blacksmith had been a Baratheon since the moment he went beyond the wall with them all, but kissing his sister like that, well, he was about to fully wipe out the rest of the damned stag line.
Arya chuckled before speaking, her voice ragged from where the Night King had held her throat, "we still have work to do. Jon, take Gendry to find your dragon queen, you can glare at him on the way there. Hound, go with Jaime and Podrick, see if you can gather the rest of the survivors, they might be hidden beneath bodies, so put that strength of yours to good use. Brienne, and Tormund is it?" Arya directed the question at the red head now laying on his side like Arya had seen whores do in the brothels of Braavos. At his nod she gave a slight nod back before saying "you two will come with me to the crypts." with that, Arya was already walking away from the group of survivors.
Arya only paused in her step when Brienne spoke up, a tremor in her voice, "Surely you don't need both of us for the crypts my lady?"
Arya paused, her head tilted down, "while I laid in wait, I heard the screams. When we claimed the crypts to be safe, we forgot something very important, though they may have been Starks, when the Night King calls his dead, they can do little to resist."
As she walked a few more steps, she stopped aside Grey Worm, "If you wouldn't mind staying with Bran, I would be appreciative." She spoke lowly and in old Valyrian, if Grey Worm was surprised at her knowing the old language, he hid it well. At his solemn nod, she gave a subtle tilt of her head before walking the path riddled with not only the bodies of the dead, but the bones of Winterfell as well.
She was almost out of their sight before she heard a faint "Fuckin cunt." followed by heavy footsteps, the tall tell signs that at least one of the survivors was in motion before a tizzy of sound could be heard behind her.
Soon, Arya felt the quiet and calm presense of Brienne and the warm and affectionate Tormund behind her. She spoke softly, finding the more she spoke, the worse she felt, "Brienne, I'll need you to be the one who calls out to Sansa, I don't quite have the voice to be able to at the moment. Tormund, once the door is opened, you can help me sort through the dead, those who will have come from their sanctums will be easier to tell from those who fell to them tonight. Brienne, please see that all of the survivors are escorted to the banquet hall and the library. They were the least over run and should be easy enough to clear out." with a nod to herself, Arya knew, there was still much to do before they could rest, that while death had already claimed their names, their bodies posed the greatest risk at the moment.
First and foremost was dealing with the sheer stacks of bodies that would need to either be properly buried or burned. Perhaps those freshest could be fed to the dragons, but any that had come the night would need to be taken care of.
Arya could feel the stares on the back of her head as she doled out duties to the two, she trusted most in that moment. Brienne because she was sworn to Sansa, and Tormund because he held affections forbrienne Brienne and Jon. Reaching the door to the crypt, she felt the first inklings of worry enter her bones, hoping that Sansa had stayed safe, she knocked and looked to Brienne for her part. "Lady Sansa, its me, Brienne, its over. Please, open the door." almost immediately, the door's latches could be heard coming undone from the other side.
The door opened a crack, Arya peered Tyrion's dark head peeking through as he showed caution at their knock, but soon the door was thrown open and Arya found herself face to shoulder with her sister.