I know. I'm reminding you that I am not, nor have I been since I left my brother's care.

( Care. The bitterness in her gaze now has nothing to do with Jon. Though she never once shifts her focus from his eyes. )

So I'd thought, too. Until Viserion was shot from the sky. I'll take no chances now, not with either of our lives. My Hand might well have sent you beyond the Wall to die for all I know anymore. We can't count on him.

( He's not happy, but neither is she. This place is foreign to them both, and she won't risk sending him out into the Unknown with this 'perimeter guard' unless she knows how to defend him should the need ever arise.

The thought of losing him, now, as before, is crushing. )

Only upon each other. Especially here.