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He hadn't moved from beside her bed in nearly three days, save the occasional walk outside for a smoke, a cup of coffee. After a few hours, he hadn't even looked at her all that much, but he'd still known that he couldn't leave her.
Years on the Night Watch meant that Ned never slept so well at night, so Monday morning saw him wide awake, with his bare feet up on the bed, reading a book that the bookshelf had given him, about some revolution in a place called France.
He glanced up at her every few pages. Everybody told him that it'd pass.
He scratched his jaw and went back to his book.
Years on the Night Watch meant that Ned never slept so well at night, so Monday morning saw him wide awake, with his bare feet up on the bed, reading a book that the bookshelf had given him, about some revolution in a place called France.
He glanced up at her every few pages. Everybody told him that it'd pass.
He scratched his jaw and went back to his book.