Deep down, she knew that Ygritte hadn't done this. In her anger and hysteria, she had sought a convenient target, and what she knew about the Wildlings had provided that in Ygritte. Once she was able to calm down and rest, she knew that she'd regret her words and actions. For now, she was still irritated and in pain. She wanted to do nothing more than return to her room and rest. Bushy's remains would be left to the others. She was too heartsick to even consider it anymore.

"Thank you," she said again softly. Slowly, she walked down the path back towards her home, ready to bury herself in sleep and the void of dreams.