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A slim woman approached the bed, wearing a white common dress, her apron stained of small blotches of blood. Her voice seemed to be in a panic, but when I responded to her, she seemed to calm down.
Her hazel eyes surveyed me from my shoulder to my head, making sure I was not in pain. I finally saw my surroundings; a large, dark wooden room covered with a white tent-like roof, the fire illuminated the entire space.

"Oh thank the gods, you're alright. We have all been praying for you, My Lady."

"Please forgive me, but where am I?" I asked politely.
"Oh my lady... One of the nurses found you in the river, brought you here. I am Nurse Katherine. You've been in a deep slumber for more than week. But I made sure to keep those injuries well kept! They'll heal soon, I promise, my lady."

She glanced at my head, and quickly looked down in shame.

"I am so sorry, My lady. The cut…it was deep inside your hair, and I had to cut it to stitch it back up. Please, if there's any way you could forgive me…"

I could not suppress a giggle. Nurse Katherine looked at me in complete surprise.

"Ma'am, you could have left me bald, and I would still owe you my life. Thank you for what you have done."

She smiled brightly.

She quickly took my hands and kissed them. I tried to be as kind as possible, but her extreme loyalty was making be blush.

In an instant, I remembered the cold water, and wait...Sir Gregor...?

"Wait, the river. Ser Gregor was the one who attacked me...and oh Gods..."

I could not finish my sentence. What had happened to Sandor? Where was he? Was he alive? Had Sir Gregor killed him?

"Ma'am, where's Ser Sandor? Please, is he alright?", I pleaded.

The gentle woman smiled and stood up from the bed
"Don't worry my lady, he is alright. Actually went to fish with the other men. Seems to be the head of the hunting pack-"
"Wait, I am sorry, head of what pack?"
I was disoriented about her entire words. It was difficult piecing everything together. Whether it was my head injury or just my own mind, I did not know.

"The hunting pack here in- well we do not have a name for ourselves."

I lifted myself up slowly from the bed, against the small protest of the woman. My legs were still adjusting, and I could already feel my head go numb. But I needed to see what was outside.

I opened the door slowly as lights of the surrounding lanterns danced into the room. It was not a town, but a sort of camp, small huts dispersed throughout what looked like a meadow of sorts. Lanterns illuminated a path into the center of the camp, where it divided into paths to the large stables and farm houses. Men armed in simple armor patrolled the grounds, while women with children hurried into their huts. One thing struck me above all else: their faces. They seemed worried and frightened, ready to run away at the first noise. From the looks of it, more than a two-hundred men and woman lived here.

"We are the remnants of Winterfell, forever loyal to the Starks, my lady", Katherine smiled warmly and declared. "We live everyday waiting for a Stark to guide us once again, and now, you are here! I knew the Gods would not ignore our prayers!"

But wait what of my mother and brothers? Were they safe? What of my sister?

I had so many questions swarming my mind, and I wanted to continue exploring my strange surroundings, yet I could feel my head throbbing again, beckoning back into my bed.

"My lady, you're not strong enough, please, lay down."
She took my hand and guided me back into my soft bed.
"I promise, my lady, I will explain everything later. But you must heal," she proclaimed as she kissed my hand again. She poured a type of sweet smelling ailment on my head, and pain slowly shifted away. My shoulder was numb again, but it was healing quickly.
And with that, Nurse Taiya left me to my own thoughts, swimming around my mind like caged fish. I had to stop thinking; it was literally making me ache again.

I shifted against the hay mattress, feeling a small weight on my chest moved along with my body. The soft cream pearl had lasted the fall; its beauty reflected the hot flames of the fire, dancing in the small gem.

I subconsciously grabbed the stone, feeling an ache in my stomach like never before.
I found myself missing Sandor's warmth, wishing he was by my side.

My eyes did not let me finish my racing thoughts, as darkness immersed me once more.

A beautiful lily. It was pale white and innocent, and it danced around me; I tried reaching out to it, but it would only sway away from me. It was cold, and the surroundings changed to a meadow. There, thousands of flowers shined like the pearl on my heart, surrounding a tall evergreen. Its branches were moving deftly, as if calling me towards the great tree.
The tall grass was soft against my bare feet.
And there, leaning against the tree, was my mother. She had not aged a day. I called out to her, but no sound came out of my mouth. I yelled until my chest was collapsing, but my mother could not hear me.
As I approached her even closer, her figure seemed transparent, asleep in an ominous haze.
But I could not reach her, for the flowers beneath me turned to ash. My cries would not be heard.

One last gaze up to my mother, and her closed eyes became dust.

I could feel the small beads of accumulating on my forehead. My body felt like ice. I looked toward the small window of the room, revealing a quiet and warm night outside. I had fallen asleep for more than day.
I tried calming myself down, trying to forget the nightmare, but those closed eyes bore into me.

The light of the crescent moon crept into the window, replacing the illumination of the dead fire. It was late in the night, the silence of the camp evident. My head ached still, a drumming pain near my wound. My fingers reached the back of my head, feeling the large line of stitches.

I was clueless as to what day it was; had I slept a day, or a week?

The small window in the corner of the tent revealed a small comfort.

The moon was always reassuring, relaxing my body against my will. Its colors were never the same, as it changed from milk white to cream. I could touch it, if I were taller, or maybe even stronger. I reached out to it, pretending to touch its rough surface. It was childish, I knew, but it made me calm.
The sound of the wooden door opening brought me back to this earth. A dark figured appear at the entrance.

Sandor was standing at the opening, the deep grooves under his eyes evidence of little sleep. He looked worn, but still his strong self. He was wearing a different set of clothes, a grey tunic and dark pants. He finally looked like a common man in the country.

When he caught my eye, he stood frozen. I did not know if he looked worried or surprised.

In a few footsteps, he was at my bed, wrapping me into his warm arms. He did not say a word, just holding my body tight against his chest. Sandor was fire, radiating so much heat compared to my own. Perhaps it was my injury, but I felt my head spinning. It was warmth I missed like home. He soon let go, after what it seemed to be a millennium.

"Little Bird…You gave me a hell of a scare. Your head...how is it", he awkwardly asked. I smiled at him, and made sure to reassure him of my health.

"I am fine. Just a small wound, but it will heal.. Thank you, Sandor".
I did not mean to say his name so strangely, but it was difficult to talk to him, after all that had occurred. I did not want to bring up the subject of Ser Gregor, but I had to know what had happened.

"What happened? At the river…?," I asked timidly. He was not surprised at my question.

"Heh…He cut you, Little Bird. The bastard hurt you. And…I failed to kill him. Oh, he escaped bleeding. Nonetheless, he escaped."

I held his face in my hand.

"You did what you could."
He could not stand to look into my eyes, as he left my bed in a hurry.

"Don't thank me; I couldn't do a damn thing. I couldn't fucking take care of your wound. I know nothing. Just sleep."
"But I need to-"
He glared at me, shutting me up instantly. Why was he so angry?

"Look...I'm sorry, little Bird."

Sandor reached out and gently touching my short hair.

"Long or short, you'll always be flame."
I small smile appeared on my lips.

A strong silence overcame the room, until Sandor spoke again.
"We must stay here. Maybe even permanently. These asses are loyal to you like dogs. You might be finally safe."

I had faintly heard him. I was still trying to figure out what we would do here, what would become of us. The exhaustion I had felt before was gone out of my limbs, but it was my mind that was tired.
Sandor had said a few words about his hunting trips. I could only make out a few words, leader, fucking slow as a mule, and some other phrases. I looked at him the entire time, his lips moving slowly over his words, moving more deftly as the curses came. He was then laughing, a small cruel laugh, but I was happy to hear it once again.

"We'll aren't you in a daze. Get some sleep, you've got a hundred dull sheep to take care of."

"I would like to see the moon."

He looked at me as if I was mad.

"What did that nurse give you, Little Bird?"

I laughed a bit at his words, but I knew I needed his help.

"Please, take me outside."

His scarred mouth twitched into a genuine smile. Sandor approached me once again, and lifted me unto my feet. My head was groggy still, but my body ached for some night wind. His hand held my back as we left my tent. There were not many men around, making the town appear deserted but peaceful.

We walked in silence, the light of the moon guiding us to a small field close to the camp. It was surrounded by a few pine trees, the air smelling like dew.

Before me lay a field of wildflowers, a flurry of deep purple and red flowers. The wind ran through them, the flowers dancing with the tune of the crickets surrounding us.

My head was pounding against my skull, but I tried to ignore it. Sandor held me strongly; I leaned into him as I watched the clouds pass above us.

I slowly fell into the flowers, his arms still on my back.

"Little Bird…?! What's wro—"

"Nothing, I just want to touch the grass", I responded, feeling the soft meadow below me. Sandor seemed confused but sat down beside me, making a loud thud. Who knew he would make me smile so much?

There was silence between us and the night, and although I knew there was much work to be done, everything felt whole at this moment.

My short hair danced with the wind, the pain of my wound diminishing .

"Do you feel well enough to be out here, Little Bird?," he asked worriedly.

"Perfect."

My eyes felt heavy against my eyelids, but I did not want to sleep. I wanted to watch this night forever, in this very spot. And I wanted Sandor with me.

My head fell unto his thigh, my arm holding on to his knee. I felt secure with him; I did not care how unladylike this was, I just wanted to rest. He breathed heavily, as it seemed he had no idea what to do. The trees swayed with the chilly air.

A few moments later, his lips kissed my cheek; my face burned with comfort. His strong arms held me tighter to his body, as the moon had reached its highest point in the night.

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