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He was every inch like she always imagined a wildling would. He had unkempt blond hair and beard and his furs looked like he had simply torn them off a game he had hunted and thrown them on his shoulders.
And, he was huge. The handsom man next to him looked in comparison almost like a southern lord, probably one of Stannis' sellswords.
Alys pulled her hood up,
"Him? Are you serious?"
Jon gave her a quick glance. The hood covered her face, but the voice had something he could not read in it.
"His appearance does not please you? For free folk, the Thenns are..."
Alys made an impatiente gesture with her hand.
"I know, you told me. He is just so..."
She had meant to say bulky, but shook her head.
"Go ahead, Alys, tell me what is in your mind."
"He is like a giant, Jon."
"What..?
"He is like a blond bear. But, his looks are irrelevant, of course."
Shaking his head, Jon understood she had mistaken Tormund for Sigorn.
"No, you have the wrong..."
"Don't worry, Jon."
"No, you don't understand...
Padding his arm, her voice was so brave, and the look in her eyes so dutiful, that Jon had trouble not to laugh.
"We will get a long, I am sure."
This could be interesting, for under bravery and dutifullness, Jon had detected something else as well.
She would have her fun with her misunderstanding, and he would have his fun watching it.
He would just have to not let it get out of hand.