How long had it been since he played? Most likely when he was a boy, but how long before Robert came? When Arya and Bran were still small, Robb and lured them and Sansa down to the crypts where Jon had waited, dressed like ghost to scare them. That was the last he could remember. Everything after that seemed to lose that same shade of amusement and fun, weighed down by responsibilities and disappointment.

She doesn't seem to have any of those questions or uncertainty. Instead, she spelled out her name, letting him glimpse her without age and burdens to hide behind. She was almost like a girl, claiming him with her paint.

He rocked his hips up as she sucked on her fingers, not realizing what she had done until she called attention to it. He glanced down, just as surprised as she was. "Neither did I." Somewhere between leaving the Wall and the boat they traveled North on, he forgot that she would see or realize what his scars were.

Guiding her hand, he encouraged her to trace over them, smearing more paint along the scars. A gentle reassurance that he didn't mind.