Theon can't figure it out, who this man is, and where he is. It's not the first time he's been badly injured, floating on the edge of death and sanity, but somehow it's become the strangest. At least his new companion seems to be in contact with others, and is able to keep the weight off his wound.

Three minutes.

Theon fades in and out of awareness, but as he tries to last these three minutes, he can hear himself mumbling raggedly. "I wanted to die in the godswood. I wanted to see the tree. Can't see Sansa, she needs to be safe. Did you see the Night King? Where's all the snow?"

While fully formed thoughts when in his head, he sounds far less coherent, with a little more gurgling.