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She's staring at the fire when she feels him standing behind her. He wraps his arms around her swollen belly and buries his head at the crook of her neck. She takes his hands into hers in silence, her eyes never leaving the fire.
"What are you seeing, my Alys?"
She hears nothing but the crackling of the fire.
"He's waiting at Harrenhal.", she finally answers.
Silence.
"Hmm."
Then, "Will he wait another week or two?"
Alys smiles a little and grasp his hands tighter.
"Yes, my love, he will wait."
He takes a deep breath, then turns his head to kiss her jaw, her cheek, her temple. He lingers.
"Good."