It seemed to Jon that time stopped when he heard his name yelled as such. Not because someone knew his name despite him being in a world he knew nothing about, but because the voice that hailed was one he cherished the most. Heart beating fast in his chest, he lowered his bow in time to be crashed upon by a girl with dirty dark hair and eyes grey like his own. His voice seemed to fail him for a long moment, bfore he could finally ask:
"Arya?"
He could barely believe it. The little sister he thought of the most at the Wall, the one he could not ever deny being of his blood, she was here, alive and well. And fighting the sea monster. Of course she was fighting the serpent-like creature, and Jon could not bare to see her hurt.
Dropping his bow, he hugged her back, tightly, before putting her down so they could move away from the fight.
"What are you doing here?" Women could fight, Ygritte had taught him that much (and much more, but that was not something Jon would lightly admit), but spearwives were trained to wield bows and axes, and Arya wasn't, at least to his knowledge.
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"Arya?"
He could barely believe it. The little sister he thought of the most at the Wall, the one he could not ever deny being of his blood, she was here, alive and well. And fighting the sea monster. Of course she was fighting the serpent-like creature, and Jon could not bare to see her hurt.
Dropping his bow, he hugged her back, tightly, before putting her down so they could move away from the fight.
"What are you doing here?" Women could fight, Ygritte had taught him that much (and much more, but that was not something Jon would lightly admit), but spearwives were trained to wield bows and axes, and Arya wasn't, at least to his knowledge.