Soon, all the armour was off, followed by the chainmail and the arming doublet. Jon even took off his thin linen tunic, leaving him only in breeches and boots. Whereas before, her brother was fit and lean, now, his muscles were bigger and more defined. His whole body was brimming with strength. She gazed with fascination at Jon's figure, which was more and more pleasing to her eyes with every passing moment. Her eyes slid towards the previous seven stab wounds. They were no longer angry purple but had become dull silvery in colour, and his torso was also adorned by a dozen new, thin scars that he previously did not have. Sansa made a mental note to ask him later about the fresh scars.