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MAIA didn't speak to Jon about the matter in a few days, and as much as he wanted to ask why she had been so distant lately, he knew she needed her own space. There were more troubling things to worry about than his lady's anger with him, something that he expected to cool down in a day. He had already gotten over the matter, but even she didn't know that every morning he got up early to mine, he kissed her on the forehead. She never woke up at the feeling of his lips on her temple.
Davos and Tyrion had been gone for a few days, due to their trip to King's Landing, leaving Jon to only be distracted by the mining. Finally, Jon asked Maia to follow him one afternoon to oversee the mine's construction. He knew that although she had no prior knowledge of mining, she wanted to be involved as much as possible. He would do this for his lady, and hope that it would maybe release the tension between them. He gestured to the large pile of dragonglass they had already mined out. "That's the lot of it so far," he said.
Maia pursed her lips. "You're going to need a lot more of it, I hope?"
"Yes," Jon nodded, "even Daenerys asked to have some to forge a few weapons of her own." He glanced to his lady then, clearing his throat. "We're going to need as much as we can get for the raid up North tomorrow."
Maia's eyes connected with his own. Her mouth dropped faintly, but her expression held only anger. She dared not to retort, though she could not help herself as she turned around and stomped away from him heatedly. She fast-walked across the wet sand and threw hands up slightly. "Tomorrow," she repeated. "Tomorrow! It wasn't like you telling me even mattered, right?" When she spun around, he was directly in front of her, and their noses were so close to touching. "When were you even planning on telling me?"
Maia found herself growing silent when she realized she was repeating Sansa's own words to her. What were you planning? Sansa had exclaimed at her. Telling him when you go into labor? Maia swallowed hard, concluding that she was, indeed, a hypocrite towards herself.
"We just decided this morning," Jon said, his voice growing louder over the waves beside them. "We cannot wait on this, Maia. You – of all people – know that the threat of the Night King is more important above all."
Her mouth wobbled with sadness, but she would not cry. "You can't go!" She shrieked, alerting other miners in the cave. "I WILL NOT LET YOU GO!"
"AND WHY NOT?"
"BECAUSE THEY ARE GOING TO DESTROY THE WALL!"
Jon was going to fire back a reply, but stopped himself. He furrowed his brow at Maia's words. She looked around at anything but him. "What do you mean?"
"I don't know," she muttered quickly. "I just ... I had a bad dream last week. About the White Walkers and the Night King. They made the Wall fall. I don't know if it's true but ..." Her voice trailed off. "When you decided to plan a raid up North, it made me question the legitimacy of my dreams. I may not have visions, but this is a premonition I cannot ignore."
