This ship pulls us away from everything. We haven't a choice.

[He touches his fingertips against his knee, tugging gently at the rough fabric of the jumpsuit. He still wears his cloak from home, trimmed with fur, but it is getting to be too short. Soon he will have outgrown it. Perhaps he is as big as Arya now. If she were standing, would they be of height?]

But time at home does not move. It's like a story. Everything stands still. When we return, it will be as if we never left. So no one will know that Jon has been here.