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[Jon frowns. He certainly hadn't thought of that.] There's shard-bearers who have been here long, might be one of them would know and share in the how of it. [But they aren't exactly crawling out of the stonework of the Cothromach.] Might be we could ask the queen, but that should wait: she has called all to the field of battle and we refuse her by taking up here instead. I do not know her temper.

Oh, I don't know. She doesn't seem that bad, Jon. I mean... she's got a whole kingdom to run.

[Said the guy that was a little smitten.]

Besides, she helped me out for the battle. Maybe having Malia switch over would be beneficial somehow. Huh?

[Wait wait wait, shh, hold on. Jon gives Stiles a look.]

... Are you sweet on the High Queen? [YOU ARE.]

What? No.

[Yes.]

I have a girlfriend, Jon.

[Who would tear his throat out if he tried anything.]

I didn't ask if you were involved with her, only if you were sweet on her. [THE HEART WANTS WHAT IT WANTS. And sometimes it wants more than one ok. Jon knows. He's a bastard and it wasn't like daddy stark wasn't already married when... u know.]

I don't know what you're talking about.

[Was that a blush? Maaaaybe.]

Fine, have it your way. [But he is 112% unconvinced and it shows on his dumb face.] I think you ought to wait some, still. Before you make requests of her.

Wouldn't she want more people on her side? I mean, that seems like a thing they'd want. And Malia's proven herself.

Aye, but now seems a poor time, for all that. She calls us to battle, to go to their castle and kill on their soil, but instead we wait here. Who knows how she will take that?

Maybe she'll consider us team awesome, held in reserves for when shit really starts to fly?

[Shut up, Jon. He was optimistic.]

[ohgods Stiles]

Is this not... "shit flying" already? Caer Glaem means to march into battle to siege the enemy's fortress, en force. It seems to me they haven't done it in a long time. Not since I've been here, at least.

Maybe not, but Scima's popped on over to take a stab at us not long after I got here. There's a constant back and forth between them, Jon. Dude, coming from the sword bashing place you come from? I figured you'd get all that.

Where I come from, war is not treated as a diversion or a game. If one is called to action by his liege lord and he ignores it, then comes by begging for favors while the fighting is still on, he's likely to get his head struck off for his troubles.