I lay in bed, sobbing for an hour as the sun began to peak into our window. Grey Wind remained physically on top of me, looking at Robb with his yellow eyes for direction, but Robb had nothing. He just held onto me as I cried on his shoulder, only able to say that I knew Will would die and not too long from now.

He kissed my forehead, stroking my hair, as he repeated what Lord Whyte had said: the gods gave me this gift for a reason. I must be able to do something with the knowledge, not just to see and be unable to change anything. But the words fell hallow on my ears.

"Everything that I've seen. It's all happened just as I saw it," I explained.

"Ana," Robb attempted to interrupt.

"I've never been able to stop anything. I've only been able to react better, and—"

"—Ana!"

Now, he had my attention as I stared at him with big, red eyes.

"You have me. We will figure this out together. I promise you that. You won't lose your brother," he swore with an intensity that at least temporarily stopped my tears.

"Will cannot know, not now," I said softly.

Robb gave a slight smile, "Knowing you, my love, you will be more composed with them than I."

I bit back a new round of tears as Robb continued to rock me back and forth as much as could be allowed with the wolf sitting on my legs. Perhaps I would need to get used to this, however, just us three.

Walking into the courtyard, I found Willem already out, speaking with his men. For a moment, my stomach twisted, threatening to rise up into my throat, but then unbeknownst to my brother, he saved the moment.

"There we go!" he called as Chimera was led over to him, whinnying happily.

"Willem!" I exclaimed. "Chi is my horse."

"Oh, just one last ride," Will returned with a pleading look.

My lips pressed into a thin line, "Well, you have a history of running off now. I am not sure I trust you."

Will smirked at my jest, swinging onto Chimera. "Believe me, I'll be back. There's one thing here I won't leave behind."

With that, he kicked Chimera forward and off they galloped. Knowing she would be alone, I decided to check on Sansa, who was brushing her hair in front of the mirror. I smirked slightly as she turned towards me.

"What?" she asked, glancing around the chamber.

"I was just thinking about a memory. I saw you do this so many mornings, but it feels like a lifetime ago."

"I know what you mean. I missed you all so much." Her blue eyes began to swim. "I'm so happy Will brought me back here. If only for a few days."

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

Sansa instantly enflamed in red. I felt guilty for a moment, embarrassing her, but as a slight smile came to her face, that concern disappeared.

"A little sore, but happy," she answered. "Truly."

She bit her lip, looking away from me. "I won't press any more. It's Will, so I would rather not, but I am happy that you are happy."

Sansa smiled as she stood. "Here." She began to hand but my dress, but I closed her hands further around it.

"No, this is yours now," I replied.

"Oh good. I really didn't want to return it."

Laughing, I hugged her tightly. "You should eat something before you start the journey to Plenair."

"I will be happy to be off a horse for some time."

"No more than five days likely much shorter if you let Will push everyone."

Sansa and I ate with Robb, Bran, and Rickon. It wasn't long before Willem came bounding in with a wide grin. He walked straight to Sansa, cupping her face with his hands, and kissed her for a long moment. Robb, Bran, and Rickon all made faces of disgust.

"Why do you not greet me like that?" I demanded playfully.

Robb laughed and pulled me into a kiss that left me breathless.

"Can you all stop?" Rickon asked, getting loud laughs from Robb and Willem.

"I suppose it's time for us to go home, so we can disgust my younger brother," Will added.

"You'll have to say hello to Philip for me," I added with a sad smile on my face.

I couldn't help but wonder how difficult it had been for him while Willem was gone and how much harder it would be soon. Of course, he would have my mother, who I was sure could capably run any household or people, and now Sansa but he was a little boy with altogether too much pressure soon to be thrust upon him.

Robb walked out with Willem as the rest of us followed with Sansa. Her eyes were red as she hugged her younger brothers tightly. I was crying as well as I hugged her, but saying goodbye to Will was even more gut wrenching than it had ever been. He could see in my eyes that something was different as I clung onto him.

"I am going to see you again, aren't I?" he asked in a small voice.

I nodded into his shoulder, "Yes, you will."

"Then it can't be so bad," he insisted as much to convince himself as me.

"No, not yet."

I gave him an extra hug and stepped back quickly to keep myself from breaking down completely. Robb took hold of my waist, supporting me as I leaned into him. We stood for a long time even after they had left until Maester Luwin came for us.

"You need to respond to the King's letter," he reminded us.

Robb nodded, "Of course. Will you be alright?"

"Yes," I answered softly, wiping the tears from my eyes. "Yes, because I will be training with Rickon. I have recently neglected my swordplay. Bran, will you be so kind as to critique me."

"If he won't, I will," Theon spoke up.

"Excellent. Come along boys," I replied as Rickon hurried off, Summer and Shaggydog chasing after him. Hodor carried Bran while Theon and I trailed.

"Do you ever dream of me?" Theon asked.

I stared at him in disbelief.

"No, not that," he chuckled. "Well, how could anyone blame you?"

"Good day, Theon."

Before I could walk far, he caught my arm, pulling me away from the younger boys' ears. "I meant, when you see things. Robb told me that you knew your brother would die soon."

I tried to focus on my irritation rather than the tears that threatened to billow up inside of me. I never thought Robb would say anything without speaking to me first, but I tried to push that aside as I nodded.

"Have you ever seen anything about me?" Theon pressed.

"No," I answered honestly, giving him a shrug. "Do you want me to try?"

Theon's normally proud, arrogant expression fell into a puzzle as confusion, curiosity, and fear crept in.

"I don't know…" His guard returned momentarily. "It's probably better. I'll likely find a girl even prettier than you, rule the Iron Islands, no reason for anyone's jealousy now."

I smiled softly, replying with all sincerity, "I hope so."

Theon watched me with curiosity before finally letting go of my arm. Walking towards Rickon, I picked up a wooden sword.

"Are you ready, Rickon?"

"Yes!" he exclaimed enthusiastically, ready to train.