[for Robb] 2nd August

[tooktheblack]

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

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[_kinginthenorth]

When Edmund had told Robb about the new arrival of Jon Snow, neither of them had really been sure what to say or how to say it. Robb had thanked him, and ignored the way his heart was pounding and the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, and finished the thing he was in the middle of doing at precisely that moment. Then he left Reynald with Delirium and no explanation, called Grey Wind to him, and all but ran for the compound.

And now he is standing in the doorway, steeling himself, as Grey Wind greets his silent brother with a firm, sharp, bark.

"You look tired, Snow." It isn't the greeting he means, or the one he wants, but it comes out anyway.

[tooktheblack]

Jon couldn't help but smile a little in spite of himself, the corners of his mouth tipping up no matter what he did to tamp it down. Robb, alive and well and standing a few feet in front of him...it really did have to be a dream.

"You look like a Southron lord, Stark," Jon teased back, though it wasn't really true. It was like that day in the yard before he went north, snow falling and everything still right and good.

[_kinginthenorth]

"You will too, given time," Robb counters. This Jon looks older than the one he'd left--not as old, in some ways, as the one who disappeared, but in others.... "How hurt are you?" he asks, closing the distance, reaching the side of the bed in a few strides.

[tooktheblack]

"It's not so bad, not after they mended me," Jon said, poking lightly at one of the bandages. He winced, but just a little, and he suspected the wounds would heal clean. It wasn't a guarantee he could have made back at Castle Black.

"A knife in the belly will always land you in bed for a day or two, even if I'm the world's worst at being tended."