"Where will we go?" Jon ruffled a hand through his curly hair. He took a deep breath. After a moment of silence later he seriously started. "Well, anywhere south of here, that's for sure. Being north of the Wall isn't good for your wellbeing right now." He smiled cheekily at her. "I'd love to take Winterfell back from the Boltons, but the problem is the Wall is pretty isolated and we barely have any news of the south. I have no idea what's happening there and the only people who could tell me anything aren't trustworthy. I only know the barest of things – Lord Stark got executed by Joffrey in King's Landing for treason, Robb called the banners, and eventually got killed during a wedding by the Freys and the Boltons. The Ironborn took Winterfell and killed Rickon and Bran, and now the Boltons hold Winterfell and the North. Things got really busy and heated over here and I've had absolutely no news of Arya or you until your marriage to Ramsay Bolton."