Jon began and Tenanye looked on him with sad eyes. She could see it, playing in his mind, whatever event prevented him from using it now, was dancing in his head and it was not something he wanted to relive.
"My curse... They call it The Hand of Winter, only members of the Stark line ever have it. From what I know it was given to us by The Children of The Forest during the Age of Heroes to help beat back The Others during The Long Night. Since then the power remained, one in every thousand or so Starks are born with it. I lived in fear of it my whole life... I only ever used it during the war. It isn't... something I use lightly Empress."
He said, and Tenanye smiled, The Children. She'd heard of such creatures, wingless pixies, the size of a children, Seelie in nature for their kindness toward mortals but the Others, Unseelie in nature, manipulators of the dead, fierce creatures who grew their army with every life they took.
"This is war, Jon Stark." Tenanye said. "You are now fighting for your life, and the lives of others, the scale may be smaller, but the truth of it remains the same. You're power is as frightening as it is beautiful, yes, but you, yourself have nothing to fear from it, your power is just that, your power." She told him, just as she noticed Jack and Jinn's match begin.
"Trust yourself, Jon Stark, the power is in you, not the other way around." She told him, just before the guards ushered them into their respective cells. Tenanye could sense the magic from fight, and her heart raced, it was only made worse from the sound of the roar.