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"I still can't believe what an asshole I've been," Evan lamented quietly from the couch in his apartment, where he had suggested that Eddie and Chris spend some time with him. "You felt you couldn't come to me and that is the worst feeling in the world." Buck extended his arms, "Come here... please?"

It was cold. Colder than Sansa can remember it being in quite some time. But perhaps that wa simply the distance between one winter and the next. She was freezing, skin pale and shaking. She could swear she could feel ice crystallizing in her veins, but forced herself to push the thought aside. She and Theon had to focus. They had to stay warm, even as a winter storm pounded outside of the small cave they’d found.

“At least the snow will help bury our trail,” she said out-loud, pulling her stiff cloak around herself further. It was too risky for Ramsay to be on her tail here. You could hardly see anything at all outside.

She looked over at Theon, registering how he, too, shook and shivered. Without asking, she came to sit beside him, wrapping her cloak around them both.

Eddie had been angry at Buck in the middle of all that had been happening but he knew that it’s not all the others fault either. Eddie hadn’t been forthcoming, he’d been running from all the things he felt and he’d managed to make things harder on Christopher which he never wanted to do. Things were hard enough on him even if Chris was never one to complain.

Eddie shakes his head, a light dissmisal of the other’s self deprecation but he shifts to move closer to him all the same.

“Look, it’s not that big a deal anymore.”

Theon nearly told her to back away. She needed all the warmth she could get but the logic wasn't sound. Bodies were warmer together and so he could warm her more by staying close. He looked toward the entrance and he wouldn't put it past Ramsay to still be trying to track them even in such unfavorable conditions.

"If anyone can find it anyway..." Theon murmurs, his brow knitted and he wished they could build a fire but that would certainly be too risky no matter how cold they were.

"Snow muffles our sound," she reminds him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders under her cloak. She'd always heard it was warmer, too, if you were with another to remove your clothing. But they weren't at that point. Not yet.

She didn't think he'd want to see her naked ever again.

"And the river our smells. We should be alright for now." But the second they heard dogs in the distance, they'd have to run. They'd only had a bit of a head-start, and Ramsay had horses. If he couldn't find them, he'd send out patrols with a promise of gold and a night with his wife if they brought them back alive.

She would not go back to Ramsay, she'd already decided. She would sooner kill herself than let him abuse her again. Her death would certainly ruin things for the bastard, she could take comfort in that.

With shaking hands, she took off her soaked gloves, and moved for Theon's. Staying in wet clothing was a sure way to get yourself dead. "Here. Let me."

Theon still just couldn't be certain. It was hard to believe that he could have finally got out of Ramsay's clutches. It was only for Sansa. Theon... Reek would have never done it for himself. But Sansa? He couldn't let her story end there like that. She deserved better than that fate and she had deserved better than the things he had failed to protect her from already...

Perhaps, she is right and for now they are safe but still.

Theon wanted to protest but he didn't, letting her pull off the soaked tatters that passed for gloves. Ramsay didn't see fit to clothe Reek very well regardless of how cold it might be.

"We shouldn't have stopped," he said after a moment.

"Better here than blinded by snow," she says, setting his gloves aside. She takes his mutilated hands in hers, cupping them to warm them.

"We'll only stay until it dies down. Then we'll keep moving." The Wall couldn't be too far, now, could it? How long had they been running? Truly, she wanted to lay down, to close her eyes and let sleep take her. But sleeping in weather like this was another way to die quickly.

Maybe that's true. He nearly draws his hands away from her but in the end he lets her warm them. She still needed him so he couldn't just die. If he had been alone that's probably what he would have chosen to do.

"It could be like this for a while, Sansa."

She knew that already he was sure but maybe she was ignoring that fact.

Sansa fixed him with a look, as cold as the snow that fell around them.

"I was born in Winter, Theon. You need not tell me of snow." She was the only Stark child who had.

Theon very nearly rolled his eyes at her but he looked out into the snow again.

"Still, Sansa."

"Give us some time to get the feeling back in our legs, Theon."

Theon knows that she is right. There would only be so far they could get in this condition. Sansa would probably be better off without him. He felt weak and slow and she needed to move fast to keep from being recaptured. But he doesn't say so out loud, Sansa would protest and the less spoken the better. So he just remains quiet.

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