He slowly stood up while lifting his sister in a princess carry, when he finally realised that both he and Sansa were stark naked. And that the very blessed form of a half-sister was way too attractive to him. Her scars and wounds only transformed her beauty into something wilder, as far as he was concerned. As soon as those thoughts wormed their way into his brain, he ruthlessly squashed them with his occlumency and forcibly controlled his body's reaction. Jon Snow had a very strong liking for redheads. He halfheartedly attempted to conjure some clothing but also failed. Because why would things ever be simple? Now that he stood up, two of the dragons flocked to him and started to climb him as if he were a tree.