Too bad we can't make an army of snowmen to stop the Night King.

[ She doesn't make her comment for sympathy. None of this is for pity, but because he's told her he wants to know. Still... his look is met with a lingering, stubborn one. Can't be helped. ]

Mine wasn't. Better to have the brother. [ A pause. ] What would you rather he'd been firmer about?

[ She'd ask him what he would do as a father instead, but it would be a cruel, hurtful question for them both. ]