"It's not nothing to me," says Theon, and when he hears his voice, he thinks it gives too much away, like saying I would have taken you all the way to the Wall, like if you'll have me. "It means something to me."

And that's all he can really make himself say, letting Daryl put the last of the bandages on, letting exhaustion start to slump him over.

"Don't worry," he says softly, smiling. "I've had practice."