Author's Note
I do not own Game of Thrones.
"This is why I told you not to do that when people could see you!" Jon cried, waving his arms across the room at where Lyra Mormont was still making eyes at Robb.
Sara pulled a face. "I didn't know she was going to overreact."
"Overreact? You turned right in front of her."
"Bran and the kids of Winter Town never scream."
"Because they're used to you!" Jon grabbed her arm. "Sara. I need you to… not do that until we're away from Bear Island. Father's already going to give me a damn good thrashing, I know he is."
"Do you want me to take it?" asked Cregan.
"No!"
He'd done that once, before Jon had even known. When he turned his eyes back grey, he could pass for Jon easy.
"Just– don't be dragons until we're back at Winterfell."
"Can we be wolves?" Cregan asked hopefully.
"No."
It turned out their Father wouldn't be executing anyone today. Or at all. Jorah Mormont and his wife had fled several days earlier, as soon as they heard word Father was coming here. Father looked… sad, more than anything else.
"If he ever returns, his life will be forfeit," was all he had to say to Maege Mormont.
They stayed on Bear Island a week, resting and enjoying the hospitality there before they had to set off to return to Winterfell. Sara and Cregan kept their word and didn't become dragons, but on their second to last day there, little Lyanna Mormont came tottering over to finally meet them. She was dark haired and dark eyed, with stout shoulders like her mother.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi," replied Sara, crouching down to her level. "Am I still scary?"
"Are you still a monster?" she replied.
Jon choked on his laughter, while Sara simply rocked on her heels and bared her teeth. "Wanna find out?"
They played in the courtyard that day, Jon and the ghosts and Lyanna and her sister Jirelle. She couldn't see the ghosts, but pretended that she did. Before they left, Father suggested he took one of the girls to foster, but Maege flinched and told him she'd lost enough family this year.
They set off back to Winterfell with nothing gained – except the delight of one little girl – but nothing lost either.