I dont own the charcters, thankfully, i couldnt afford them even if i wanted to :)

hitting a couple more PoVs and moving the story along.

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When Jon didn't immediately speak up, the chuckles Tyrion had drawn forth from the weary and emotionally confused crowd died down quite quickly. Bran made eye contact with his brother, and Jon spoke, "I.. Wasn't the one who ended the longest night." sharp intakes of breath were drawn in around the room.

Bran felt the tension in the room, however he easilly ignored it, sometimes the power of the Three Eyed Raven made such moments much more bearable than before. He knew the people in the room would draw their own conclusions, but a part of Bran knew he probably should stand up for his siblings. Things just seemed so complicated in his mind now.

With the Night King gone, it felt like, what he had been tasked with and all of the times he and his companions had been faced with the terror of the children of the forests' creation, were almost, for naught. It was over. But, Bran didn't feel, complete like he assumed he would.

While he had been warging earlier, he had looked across the nation, first at the Lannister Queen, and then across the seas. He had seen the Queen preparing her troops to begin their march north, not in alliance with the North, but to catch them off guard and wounded. But, what really drew his attention, and specifically the small part of him that still identified as Bran Stark, was the man crossing the sea, he had no face, and a will to kill. This man was headed for Winterfell to take the name of his sister.

Bran wanted to warg more, learn more about this man and what his plan could be, if there was a way to protect his already splintered family, he knew he needed to find it. Before he could tune out, a gruff voice broke through his mind.

The Hound had moved to his side, "you gonna tell them the truth about the icy little bitch?' Bran looked up at the man pensively. He noticed those near enough also heard and were looking at him with suspicion. Jon spoke first. "Bran, was it you or Theon that killed the Night King?" Bran looked confused; he had already told them. Repeating his words once again "It was Arya."

An "Oh" could be heard at the doorway, almost as if on command, the moment he had said her name, Arya appeared with Tormund behind her.

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Tormund was the first to react, "You adorable little beast you! Well done!" he grinned jovially before lifting the small fae and spinning her. When he placed her down before looking at the room, it seemed they were all there. But what drew his attention most, were the eyes, some looked happy, but the ones he knew no good could come from, were glaring at the little wolf next to him..

The Dragon queen, and the fire kissed beauty next to her were the ones who looked most perturbed by the information. He felt his grin fade, even his little crow did not seem joyous at the information.

A strong need to stand between the little beast and those in front of him rose. He had seen her face in the crypts, staring down at the bodies that had once laid at rest there, she was grieving so deeply, her family ripped apart, but she was the strongest little thing he had ever met, she worked quietly, her steps silent that he felt a bit spooked more than once when she appeared at his side to drag off another body. But she was a good person, she killed the Icy beast, divided up labor, led them to gather together, he was proud to know her. In the crypts, she had somehow been able to identfy a few of the bodies, placing them back in their places of rest, carefully lying them out and gently laying a weapon upon each of their chests.

She spoke softly when she noticed his watching her in the crypts "It used to be tradition to lay the Stark family to rest with an Iron Sword bearing one of their accomplishments, to not only protect them in the afterlife, but to give their souls meaning." Tormund could only grin at the little fae, so gentle, but obviously a hell of a fighter if she survived the night.

His lady knight had trusted this little wolf, so he would as well. Tormund positioned himself slightly in front of the small thing, he hadn't planned to live through the night anyway, so what was more chance at death if he protected her.

Little crow spoke up first "Arya, tell us, tell me it's not true, that you didn't risk your life to kill that thing." every female in the room turned to glare at the would be king of the north, as if the insinuation was that she couldn't have done it.

The little fae behind Tormund spoke up. "I would, but you and I both know I would be lying. I did what was required of me, a name was spoken, so a name was taken." she said with finality in her voice.

The bald man that had been standing near the fires with the babes spoke then, Tormund didn't think he'd ever heard a man speak so oddly in his life, and felt the feeling of confusion land on his face while he spoke "it would seem, that Little lady Arya Stark, the savior of the seven kingdoms, the Prince who was promised, spent some time with the House of Black and White." for the second time in as few minutes, Tormund heard gasps from around the room, only this time they were much louder, he had never heard of such a place, but everyone held looks on their faces that said this was not a good thing