[ Ygritte is curled up on her side against him, nestled in the crook of his arm, her wavy red hair splayed out across his shoulder.
She remains awake, breathing quietly; she can tell he's not asleep either from the steady drum of his heart, which hasn't slowed yet with the telltale signs of slumber.
Turning her face she speaks quietly into his chest, a slim arm sliding around his waist. ]
I'm sorry, this is long overdue... action okay?
She remains awake, breathing quietly; she can tell he's not asleep either from the steady drum of his heart, which hasn't slowed yet with the telltale signs of slumber.
Turning her face she speaks quietly into his chest, a slim arm sliding around his waist. ]
...I was wrong 'bout you, Jon Snow.