The man didn't look the same as Ygritte remembers or he did but only enough for her to recognize his face. The way he turns, the look in his eyes when he finally notices her is the same as it was back at Castle Black. She didn't want it to be him and had to blink several times to make sure it was before forcing back the feelings of anger and resentment over betraying her. Then there was the grief of never knowing what could have been if he didn't.
Ygritte watches him, frozen where she is for a long moment before her feet beginning carrying her forward; his face looking much the same way as it did when her arrow was trained on him. She has no weapon now, no dagger or bow, both left behind at the Wall. Likely stolen.
Slowing to a stop some feet away, the Wildling stares into his eyes.
"Why do you look so different?" she asks slowly, her accent still as thick as it was back then. Jon's answer will tell her with certainty whether it's really him or simply someone who looks exactly like him.
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Ygritte watches him, frozen where she is for a long moment before her feet beginning carrying her forward; his face looking much the same way as it did when her arrow was trained on him. She has no weapon now, no dagger or bow, both left behind at the Wall. Likely stolen.
Slowing to a stop some feet away, the Wildling stares into his eyes.
"Why do you look so different?" she asks slowly, her accent still as thick as it was back then. Jon's answer will tell her with certainty whether it's really him or simply someone who looks exactly like him.