Tunking a bezoar in milk

Jon moved through the streets of Winterfell. The city was full of people, young and old. Children were helping their parents, street food was being made, sending delicious aroma through the streets and as he walked, he could sniff out the cheap perfume of the prostitutes in the local brothel. He had a place in mind as he moved past groups of people. Past the bakeries and brothels, the food stalls and the tanners. Eventually, he found what he was looking for, a small, unassuming shop, manned by an old woman, wearing beads all around. Her skin was tanned, clearly she had come from a land far warmer than the north. This was Auntie Bry. She sold something very special, she sold herbs. Asgardian sorcery had quite a few spells that needed specific herbs, ones he had tried and failed to find for many moons before he found Auntie Bry's little shop.

"Back so soon, Lordling?"

"I told you, I'm no lordling", he chuckled, not yet he wasn't.

"You live in the castle proper, you dine with the lord of Winterfell, you are a lordling. Now tell me though, what is it you need?" Auntie Bry asked, "you only came to me last week for rosemary and curry"

"Yes, I have most of those still but there has been a… situation that requires me to get something different…" Arya had fallen ill. She had a high fever and was puking her guts out every few hours. It hurt him to see his little sister like that, even if she wasn't truly his sister, they had grown up together, he wouldn't let her die. All the maester could do was help ease her suffering but he knew a spell which could fix this, "I need mistletoe and dried willow bark"

Auntie Bry gave a smile and handed him the things he requested. He gave her a few silver coins, probably way too much but he didn't care. He had to help her. With the two components in hand, he made his way back through the alleys, up into the castle and into his room. There, he had already prepared a vial with a bezoar, soaked in milk and a few poppy seeds. He took the vial in his hand and pulled out the bezoar, before chanting an ancient hymn and slowly adding the mistletoe and willow bark in. As he chanted, the milk changed color, first blue, then yellow and finally green. The liquid was warm to the touch, "this should do it", he smiled, taking the vial into the sick room. The maester was gone and Arya was shaking in her bed. She was deathly pale, with bloodshot eyes and uneven breathing.

"J- jon? Is- is that *cough cough* is that you? It is so cold…", her voice was weak and feeble.

"Don't worry, just drink this, it will make you feel better", he handed her the vial, his hands shaking. This had to work… the potion was designed to heal asgardian sicknesses but in theory, it should work on humans too, as it did for frost giants.

"I don't want any more milk of the poppy", she tried slapping the vial away but was too weak to do so.

"This isn't milk of the poppy… please just… drink, I promise it will help", he slowly let the potion trickle into her mouth. For a few agoniesing moments, nothing happened, she was still shaking, still sickly but then, the color returned to her face and her breathing turned even, as he placed his hand on her forehead, he could feel she was still burning hot but it was getting better by the minute. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, the potion had worked.

Arya fell asleep but Jon didn't leave her side. He was found an hour later, holding her hand by maester Luwin.

"Jon! How long have you been here?"

"About an hour… I think she is getting better", he gave him a weak smile, gently stroking the back of her hand.

Maester Luwin checked the girl and let out a sound of surprise, "she is indeed better, her body is fighting the illness quite well"

Jon wanted to scoff, he body his arse. He had been the one to help her. Without his potion, she might have died in a few days. Logically, he guessed she would survive. She was alive in the show after all but then again, the butterfly effect was a powerful force, so he had to treat every threat as a real threat.

Later that day, when Jon was out training, Catelyn was sitting by her daughters sickbed, braiding her hair, "oh my sweet child, as fair as the maiden~ be brave as your brothers who will protect you~ as fair as the maiden~", she sang as her fingers traveled over her scalp.

"Where is Jon?", Arya croaked out as she opened her eyes.

"The bastard is out training", she grimaced. Why did she have to bring that stain up? He was having a bad influence on her. She was getting so rebellious. She had played in the snow and mud in her dress, causing her to be in this mess in the first place.

"I have to thank Jon"

"Why would you want to thank him?"

"He gave me this warm liquid and I felt all better"

Maester Luwin clicked his tounge, "no, my sweet lady, it was I who gave you the milk of the poppy, not Jon"

She shook her head slowly and weakly, "I need to thank him!"

"What you need right now is rest and maybe a hearty meal", the maester lectured, "do you feel ready to eat again? The nausea is gone?"

Arya nodded.

"Someone bring the young lady something to eat!"

"Not… a… lady-", she drifted back to sleep, causing Catelyn to chuckle weakly, "bring me something too, whatever is available is fine"

"We still have some lamb chops over from lunch", the servant informed them.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Bring me and my daughter something to eat!"

"Yes milady"