No. [But they would find their way back. She would eventually find him at the Wall and Winterfell would be theirs again. Even then, it wasn't exactly home. Home was their father, a silent guardian that stood as firmly as the foundation of the keep. Home was his quiet presence, warm but stern, promising their childhoods would be safe. Jon also imagined that home was Lady Catelyn for Sansa as well, the nurturing woman he never got to experience. Home was Robb and Rickon and so much else that was missing.
He reached for her shoulder, giving it a small squeeze in an effort to stave off the sadness. He didn't want the gloom drifting between them, possibly returning her to that hardened state that seemed worse than a wall of ice.] We have to be home for each other for awhile.
[Which he was willing to be, if he could. Though his face darkened slightly at the mention of the Eyrie.]
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He reached for her shoulder, giving it a small squeeze in an effort to stave off the sadness. He didn't want the gloom drifting between them, possibly returning her to that hardened state that seemed worse than a wall of ice.] We have to be home for each other for awhile.
[Which he was willing to be, if he could. Though his face darkened slightly at the mention of the Eyrie.]
I take it Littlefinger is still guarding you?