Half an hour later, Shireen was on her way to the Great Hall for breakfast. Ever since her greyscale was gone, people stopped avoiding her. The weary looks were gone too. None of the wildlings were outright hostile to her anymore. Even the blonde beauty Val kept throwing curious glances at her but still kept her distance. Shireen's left cheek and parts of the neck were still marred, but instead of a scaly grey, it was similar to a normal scar. After Maester Wolkan had treated the open wound, it had become a reddish scab. Three days later it fell off, revealing a silvery blemish underneath, half the size of the greyscale. Shireen was still marked, but she didn't mind. She could feel her cheek again, and the scar didn't even look that ugly.