Hush, [she says, her voice soft and breathy.] Don't say anything. Just-- [She kisses him again.] Let me be near you. Let me love you the way you need.

[She swallows, her throat tight. She wants him to say it back. But she knows he won't. He doesn't think he deserves her. But he does, he's the only one she really truly wants. The only one in the world that understands the hell she went through with Ramsay, the man who got her through so much alive. It's trauma bonding, but there isn't a phrase for that in Westeros.]

You are so brave, Theon. [She kisses his forehead, his eyes, his cheeks, nose, every part of him.] You're brave, and you're good. I wish you believed it as whole heartedly as I do.