"You have more experience with the battlefield than I, brother," she reminds Jon.

She nods. "Yes- that I can no longer deny." She can imagine now, to some degree, the pain Rickon was in in his last few moments, shot by the same bow, the same man. The poor boy. He'd done nothing to deserve such a fate.

"Daenerys, Jon- will one of you go into the cupboards in the toilet? There's a bottle of Ars-prin to dull the pain."