[ Her voice is soft again. ]

...I know enough t' know you're hiding from me. Since I've come here, you've been hiding...and you're still hiding.

You turned your cloak on us, Jon Snow. On me. [ A brief shake of her red head. ] The other me, the one that died over th' Wall.

An' I'm sure she'd be just as disappointed as I am, right now.

[ And with that she slides out of his bed, hastily assembling her clothes and pulling them on. ]