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You've always had the power my dear, you just had to learn it for yourself.
After working tirelessly in the kitchens, Wren found herself with Jon and Sam in the library, the sky now darkly blue and speckled with tiny pinpoints of light. Sam was trying to help her find books on Valyria and the Doom, and Jon was sat at one of the tables, flipping through a book on war tactics. The smell of old books and burning wax was evident in the air and it brought her memories of hiding in the corner of Winterfell's library, her nose stuck in a book trying to pass the time.
"I should have never taken her away," Sam randomly said.
Wren's head popped up from behind a pile of books, "who?"
Sam's face grew incredibly red. "Her name is Gilly."
Wren beamed, "lovely name for a lovely girl."
Sam choked on air, still blushing, "yes, I suppose so."
Jon tried to hold in his laughter, his face forcing into one of concern, his typical moodiness returning. "She wasn't safe here."
Sam turned to look at Jon, "she's not safe out there. I should have known. You told us there were Wildlings South of the Wall. If they're raiding the smaller villages, Mole's Town could be next."
"Castle Black could be next," Jon retorted.
"I should go back for Gilly," Sam restlessly said.
"We have orders. No one's to leave the castle," Jon said, forgetting about his book.
"I remember when you disobeyed orders and rode South to help Robb," Sam was quick to reply.
Jon sighed, "and I remember who came after me and brought me home. I know how hard it is, Sam, believe me. When you told me about Bran going beyond the Wall, all I could think about was getting my strength back so I could go and find him."
Wren paused mid-breath, "he's what?"
"Sorry, I forgot to tell you," Jon looked to her apologetically.
She shrugged, "we were a bit preoccupied at the time."
"I wish I could have convinced him to come back with me. I tried. Really, I did," Sam shook his head.
"How fast could they travel? A crippled boy being pulled on a sled by a simpleton?" Jon asked mostly to himself.
"I don't know. They'd pass Wildling villages. They could try to find shelter at one of them." Sam suggested.
