[ sansa's frown deepens the more jon talks. it had started wonderfully, and she had a rebuke ready — uncle benjen would be proud, he would be more than proud, just as father would have been if he had been around to hear it.

but what she hears her brother say is fantastical, bordering on unbelievable. old nan's tales are tales for a reason. cautionary stories for wilful girls and stubborn boys to go to bed as they are bid, to eat their carrots and onions, to do as they are told by their elders.

sansa knows jon would not lie to her. not about this. and isn't she keeping something from him, too? would jon believe her if she said that she could become a wolf in true? ]

Do you mean to fight them? You can't— You don't have the men. The Night's Watch is undermanned, I've heard it said, and you say they are divided against and for you.

Is the Wall compromised?