There had been plenty of times when Ygritte could have died but didn't and once when she actually did. His face is the first thing the Wildling remembers when she comes to in the tall grass under the sign sticking out of the ground with the name of a place that isn't at all familiar to her. After sitting up and pulling away the leathers to see a healed mark on her skin where there was once an arrow, memories of the battle began to come back.

That was three days ago.

No one had been able to explain what had happened. None of the locations people told her were anywhere she had ever heard of. And any other question was simply shrugged at. So, Ygritte, now dressed in more common clothing to that of her surroundings, is meandering around the town, learning what she can and slowly getting used to people looking at her because her hair, now seemingly more red than ever, catches their attention.

But, in this case, it's her that notices Jon first and all she can do is stand there and stare.