[he picks his tablet back up before heads out the door, holding it unsteadily with just his burnt sword hand, the other one busy balancing a bundle of supplies on his shoulder. before he opens the door he takes a deep breath and braces himself for the cold. when it hits his face it isn't as bad as the top of the wall--though it's worse than anything he remembers from winterfell. he has to keep sansa talking, for her own safety and so that he can find her. he's never been very good at that.]
You'll stay warmer if you keep moving. I'm headed due south.
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You'll stay warmer if you keep moving. I'm headed due south.