They broke bread together, Jon at the head and Sansa and Arya at the bench to the right. After they filled their bellies, Arya laid down, curling up in Sansa's lap, letting Sansa play with her hair while they all talked.
Jon felt such a warmth now, to be reunited with another member of his family was a miracle, especially after the loss of Rickon. They had yet to broach serious topics, but instead all seemed content to trade memories of their childhood. It wasn't like they were avoiding it. More like they needed some happiness, as a break to all the terror.
"I don't want to go to sleep." Arya said as the fires burned low and the candles melted away. "I feel like this is all a dream, like I'll wake up tomorrow alone again."
"Come sleep with me." Sansa said, smiling. "And Jon's right next door."
"I'll sleep in the chair if you'd like." Jon added.
They walked together into the courtyard, where a light snow had began to fall. Arya and Sansa walked arm in arm, skipping and laughing, Jon at their heels.
"There are people asleep." Jon said, although his tone was light.
Sansa held her finger up to her lips, and hushed Arya, which sent Arya into another rush of giggles.
They settled into the room, Jon taking leave on the large chair near the fire, his feet up, Arya and Sansa braiding eachother's hair on the bed. Arya yawned, and crawled into the heavy blankets.
"I'm glad to be home." she whispered, and Sansa stroked her face.
"I did miss you. Terribly." Sansa said. "But that's no matter now. We're here."
Sansa looked over her shoulder, at Jon. He watched them, a smile underneath his hands. He leaned forward, with his face in his hand. He shook his head at her slightly, marveling at it all.
Curled up beside her sister, Arya fell asleep nearly instantly.
"You too." Jon said after a while. Sansa grinned ruefully, and snuck in beside Arya.
The night went on. Jon fell asleep, his head against the wide backed chair. The three of them slept soundly, even with the wind howling outside.
After a few hours, Arya awoke to the sound of something outside the door. Scratching, almost. She sat up, squinting through the dark. The door swung open after a minute, and Arya slowly reached for the sword beside her belly, her heart pounding.
For a moment, light illuminated the face of the figure that walked in.
"Rickon?" Arya whispered, recognizing the round eyes and soft features. Was she dreaming?
The light caught him again, as he inched forward slowly. She saw the blankblue eyes then, the baggy colorless skin, and the blood across his neck. She rolled off the bed, onto the floor, looking up at him. Then he moved very suddenly, right towards her. She jumped quickly to the left, and he subsequently crashed into the shelf behind her, causing a tremendous noise. Sansa woke up, and began to scream.
Arya dodged the walker again, and then scrambled onto the bed.
"What's wrong with him?" she demanded of Sansa. Sansa didn't seem to hear her, instead she kept her eyes locked on the re-animated form of her dead brother.
Jon started awake. He saw the stumbling figure, and unsheathed his sword with a slice of ringing metal. The walker turned, and Jon nearly dropped his sword.
"No..." he muttered. This was a nightmare. This wasn't real.
"Jon-" Sansa sobbed, as she watched the walker turn towards him, get closer, and Jon be lacked in terror. "Please-" she began, and he looked over at her, finally.
He closed his eyes, and swung. There was a crackle of bones as the walker exploded. Sansa screamed again, and Arya remained frozen in place, crouched in front of her sister looking at Jon. Sansa crumbled, and he moved towards her now, quickly. He pulled her into his arms, pushing her hair back from her face.
"That wasn't him." he said, forcefully. Reminding not only her, but also himself. "That wasn't him, understand me, Sansa?"
"Was he dead?" Arya asked slowly, her eyes blinking at him.
"Aye." Jon said, not taking his eyes off Sansa's face.
"Is Rickon?" Arya asked again. Jon looked up at her, to see her leaning against the backboard, looking down at the pile of bones.
"Oy!" Jon called suddenly, loudly, causing the Stark sisters to jump. "Guards! Here! Now!" He stood, and guided Sansa's limp body onto Arya's.
A moment later, a handful of guards raced in.
Arya saw a flash of anger in Jon's face she never saw as children, and she held her sister tighter.
"Would any of you like to explain how a white walker broke free from the crypt, and into my sister's room?" he screamed. The guards looked startled, and then down at the pile of bones with their mouths agape.
Jon continued to yell, and Arya looked down at her sister. Sansa's eyes were closed, but she moaned, slowly reaching for her belly.
"Sansa?" Arya said, shaking her. "Sansa, look at me."
Sansa's eyes squeezed closed, and then she cried out in pain. She curled, and rolled, and Arya saw the dark red blood staining the bottom of Sansa's dress.
"Jon." Arya cried, loud and firm. He turned around, and looked at them in surprise, almost remembering they were there. Arya motioned to the curled up figure of Sansa, and Jon went for her. He picked her up gently, calling her name.
"Go get the maester!" he demanded of his men a moment later.
Sansa awoke in the morning, in another, clean bed. Arya beside her, looking very much like she fell asleep sitting upright. Jon in a chair beside the bed, looking at the floor, his fists clutched tightly.
"Jon." she said, calmly. She figured her intense calm was the result of whatever tea she'd been given by the maester. But she knew what happened. She could feel it. Or the lack of it, perhaps.
Jon's head snapped up, and he looked relieved.
"How ya feeling?" he asked, reaching for her. Smoothing her face with his hand, to which she relished for a moment before speaking.
"Different." she whispered. "But I'm fine." she said.
"Are you sure?" he asked, leaning forward.
"It might be the potion." she admitted with a small smile. "But in this moment, I'm fine. I am, Jon."
Jon leaned forward, and kissed her on the forehead, long and slow.
Arya awoke then, and looked at the pair of them in confusion.
"Oy." she said, groaning, rubbing her eyes. Jon and Sansa both jumped, and turned towards her. "You both need to tell me what the fuck is going on, here. Apparently there were some details left out tonight."
Jon and Sansa glanced at eachother, and then nodded.
"Sorry, Arya." Sansa said. "It didn't seem like the right time."
Arya nodded, and leaned forward waiting. Jon took a deep breath.
"...after Robb's murder, I left with every intention..."