Disclaimer: George R.R. Martin owns them.

"Do you miss it?" He asked her one night when he found her staring longingly into the distance.

She was leaning against the column that separated their bedroom from the balcony. There was a chill in the air but she refused to cross her arms against it. She welcomed the cold. Her face was turned toward the North. When she didn't answer he went to stand beside her.

She looked down at him, her eyes reflecting winter and swimming with emotion. Her reply was short and quiet, but it left a dull ache in his heart for her.

"I miss them."