Despite what he said to Sansa, he wasn't too sure how this battle would turn out, but he would do his damned best to win. If nothing else, he was good at killing people. And by the gods, he wasn't blind or stupid. Jon suspected Sansa had developed feelings for him, despite thinking he was her brother. But with her favour and blushing look, he now knew for sure. And, he was, perhaps, a little attracted to her as well. The favour was safe, tucked underneath his right bracer. He would think about this after the battle; it would do him no good to get distracted now. He shook his head and cleared his mind.