[the first thing jon notices is the absence of the clock--this place seems.......hostile. he hadn't realized he'd grown so sensitive to his environment. he raises his eyebrows and purses his lips when he's told to hush--as if he had been making any noise in the first place--and almost laughs when he finds out why. there is an irony here. it only bothers him that he doesn't know the hand signals. and his sisters, and--ghost? where is ghost? he almost calls for him but he doesn't--he reaches out with his mind, and there isn't any--but, and it's almost, barely perceptible, he brushes up against the edges of something familiar, more a sense of knowing that--he flips through the device, looking for for signs of--there. sansa. she has made a post]
is something the matter with your fingers?
[he's genuinely concerned. frostbite is seldom far from his mind.]
arrival, un: jonsnow
is something the matter with your fingers?
[he's genuinely concerned. frostbite is seldom far from his mind.]