[ Her fingers brush over his skin and Jaime almost pulls away-- almost, except he has the self-control not to, and it's not like Sansa Stark is going to murder him before they go to save Winterfell. ] I just don't want the dead to march south and end the world.

[ Blue eyes flick upward, meeting Sansa's, and he turns his hand over to offer his palm. It's shaking, still, in the smallest tremors. The tips of his fingers crackle with small bits of green. ]

I'm not going to kill you. [ You and your sister are the only ones I've ever sworn not to harm. ] We're going to save this blasted kingdom and then go home.