Inside Winterfell's courtyard, Arya faced a white walker alone. Her blade shattered.
Andrew arrived in time. His spear pierced the walker mid-strike. He tossed Arya his dagger—Valyrian steel, blackened with fire.
"Burn fast," he whispered.
Arya vanished into the shadows, already gone.
Andrew fought five walkers at once. Souldrinker burned through bone. Every death whispered madness into his soul.
But he held.