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She could feel it in her bones while she laid in bed, fitfully trying to find a semblance of sleep while at the Wall. They hadn't heard anything from Jon or the group since Gendry had returned with the urgent message to send for Daenerys and her dragons. All she dreamed of was her brother standing in the cold, desperate and yearning for warmth of any sort.
A day past and she watched Daenerys and her dragons fly over the Wall. “Bring them home ,” she breathed the prayer, watching them disappear into the distance.
That night, she dreamed of Bran’s face in a weirwood before being pulled in herself and sent flying into the North beyond the wall. There she found Drogon had landed on the rock in the middle of the lake, breathing fire over Jon’s head at the Others. It was as if she could feel the heat on her own skin, looking at it through another’s eyes. “Get on the dragon, Jon.” Her voice echoed in her own ears. “Come home.” As if hearing her, he turned and went towards Daenerys, hand reaching to be pulled up. The feeling of relief washed over her…until it was retched away . Jon had heard his comrades in need of help and went to them. It made her angry, she swore she her herself scream at him in the dream.
But that wasn't it. Her field of view turned from Jon to the golden dragon, Viserion, falling from the sky. "No--!” It wasn't possible. The dragon fell, crashing into the frozen lake as blood and fire rained down. Drogon and Rhaegal echoed her cry. Using every ounce of her will, she turned back to Jon, screaming for him to leave. He was deaf to her cries, fighting his way through Others as if he would reach the Night King. Why? Why did her brother not listen to her? Why did he have to be a hero like Father and Robb ? Why didn't he learn ?
It wasn't long before Jon called for them to leave as he fought off wight after wight. Sansa just watched in silent horror as her brother was overwhelmed and plunged into icy water while Drogon flew higher. She didn't go with the dragon. Instead, she landed by the jagged hole and peered down into the water. “ Come back ,” she choked. Longclaw rested next to her, ruby eyes dull as if asleep. “ Come back! You promised !”
That's when her view changed again. Instead of being on the ice next to her brother’s sword, she was moving towards it. Without warning, Jon broke through the surface. Her body jumped, her feet sliding on the ice and her tail lashed behind her but she lowered her head and continued towards him despite the fear coursing through her. “Jon, get up.” Breath made a white cloud in front of her eyes as she nudged Jon with her nose. “ Get up . You have to come home.” Again as if he heard her, he struggled but got up, the water already freezing on his body. Her long body twisted, turning to make it easier for him to get on her back while her nostrils flared. The wights noticed he hadn't stayed in the water. A whicker left her, nudging Jon’s side with her nose, shuddering at the cold. Once she could feel the weight of him on her back, she ran.
Hooves skittered on the ice for a moment, but her hind legs pushed off the rock and up the hill. ‘We’re going to make it. You’re going home.’ Sansa wanted to comfort him, but she pushed into a hard gallop towards Eastwatch.
Sansa’s eyes flew open as she flung the furs off her bed, dressed, and found Davos tending to Gendry. “We need to prepare supplies for Jon.” The Onion Knight only stared at her, confused , “He’ll need our help or he’ll freeze to death.” It was only a dream that she’s had, but it felt so real. What if she was craven? Dreaming to be the horse that was conveniently there to pull her brother from certain death? It must be silly, but yet it had happened hadn't it?
‘When snows fall and white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.’ Jon hadn't been alone out there. She’d been with him and she’d be waiting for the horn to blow so she could be with him again.