[for Robb] 2nd August
After coming to this...clinic and being tended by a strange sort of maester, Jon was ready to go. Still, he'd been instructed to stay for observation, whatever that meant, and while his wounds didn't pain him as much as he thought they should, he erred on the side of caution. He had never done well while idle. At Castle Black, there was no time to be idle with the duties of a Lord Commander weighing heavily on his shoulders along with trying to appease Stannis' queen and the Wildlings and having a stretch of time all to himself was...daunting at best.
Someone had been kind enough to bring him a book, at least, and while Jon could read and write, some of the words were unfamiliar in this particular volume. Like the way Charlie had spoken when he'd arrived - different, somehow, and not exactly like the way someone from Westeros would speak and carry himself. It seemed off but not unsafe, at least not yet, and Jon had settled into an uneasy trust of his surroundings for the time being.
Hearing Ghost perk up brought him up from the book and the strange words and it was someone he thought had long been dead. His eyes were playing tricks on him, clearly, or maybe he was simply addled from the heat. There was no way that Robb Stark was standing in the doorway.
"Robb?"
Someone had been kind enough to bring him a book, at least, and while Jon could read and write, some of the words were unfamiliar in this particular volume. Like the way Charlie had spoken when he'd arrived - different, somehow, and not exactly like the way someone from Westeros would speak and carry himself. It seemed off but not unsafe, at least not yet, and Jon had settled into an uneasy trust of his surroundings for the time being.
Hearing Ghost perk up brought him up from the book and the strange words and it was someone he thought had long been dead. His eyes were playing tricks on him, clearly, or maybe he was simply addled from the heat. There was no way that Robb Stark was standing in the doorway.
"Robb?"