Then worry about it later. You won't know if you die now.
[Her skin is beginning to redden; soon, it will split and peel and begin to decay. He thinks of someone burning... of Mance, of Ygritte, of all the men whose bodies they burn after every battle.]
Put your helm back on. Come on, we're almost there.
[He grasps her arm and begins to tug her towards the lighthouse. If they can get there in time -- ]
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[Her skin is beginning to redden; soon, it will split and peel and begin to decay. He thinks of someone burning... of Mance, of Ygritte, of all the men whose bodies they burn after every battle.]
Put your helm back on. Come on, we're almost there.
[He grasps her arm and begins to tug her towards the lighthouse. If they can get there in time -- ]