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They dug graves behind the village.

The earth was hardend. Too cold. It made everything harder.

Levi helped. Even with one arm bandaged. Every shovelful of mud felt like swallowing guilt. A boy no older than ten helped him, eyes red. Levi didn't ask who he'd lost.

Lyanna oversaw things with an air of grim resolve. She didn't speak much. But when a woman collapsed crying beside a grave, Lyanna knelt with her until the shaking stopped.

Benjen stayed close to Ser Gawen. He seemed nervous. Watching everything. Not scared, exactly, but aware.

That evening, they held a fire. Not to celebrate. Just to remember. Mae brought out the last of the cheese. Some meat. Even swampberries. Levi could only eat a little.

Harwin sat beside him. "That dagger you carry—who gave it to you?"

"Lysa" Levi said. "A sample for trade."

Harwin stared. "You trusted her. Now she gave it to u."

Later that night, Lyanna approached the fire.

"You're lucky they were fools," she said.

Levi looked up. "The raiders?"

She nodded. "Real soldiers would have burned this place down."

Levi stared into the flames. "I don't want to be lucky next time."

Lyanna crouched beside him. Her face was hard, but not unkind.

"Easier said than done."

She stood, turned, and left.

Benjen followed, but not before glancing back. He looked unsure. Like he had questions but didn't know how to ask.

The fire crackled.

Levi whispered to himself: "I know."

The stars above flickered faintly through the rising smoke.