[ Claire listens, as attentive as promised, and she can't help but make certain parallels with the history familiar to her. She's lost in imagining certain royals to take place of the names Jon's saying, but then he begins speaking of himself, and she turns so that she's facing him more fully, then stands in front of him so that he can see her eyes.

Taking both of her hands in his, she looks at him as her thumbs stroke the sides of his hands. ]

Others here believe there's still a version of us living the life we left behind; how else would Lord John have experienced years with me, if I've been here?

[ She cannot imagine now, what it would feel like to lose Jon, she knows it's something neither of them likes to speak of. What if one of them leaves without warning? But it could happen, they both know it's true. ]

And if, someday you do go back to live that life, if she does ask that of you, I have to believe that you, Jon Snow, will consider every option, down to the last dragon, and make decisions accordingly. I know you, and I believe in you.

[ They're just words, she won't be there, she can't help, she doesn't understand the deep intricacies of it all. But she means what she says and says it with love. Raising his hands to her lips, she kisses each set of knuckles before tucking her arm in his again. ]

Today is for understanding the past, not solving the future.