Yes, a pair of sisters

A few minutes after Ygritte leaves, the flap of the tent is pulled aside and someone enters. However, it is not Ygritte. Instead, it is another pair of wildling women. Both are blonde, and one appears to be a little older than the other. Furthermore, the older one is visibly pregnant.

"Hello, there," she says with a gentle smile, making her way over to you.

"Um, hello," you say nervously, unable to cover your diaper due to your bounds.

The younger wildling woman makes her way over to you and says, "Ygritte told us she had gotten herself a new toy, and we just had to see who it was."

You are unsurprised to have gained the title of "toy." What else could you have expected from a wildling woman? "And you two are?" you ask.

The pregnant woman kneels beside you on the other side, saying, "I am Dalla, and this is my sister Val."

You nod at that. "Are you friends of Ygritte's?"

"Out here, we do not have friends; only temporary allies," Val tells you, "Though my sister and I are close to Ygritte. Though our first duty is to Mance."

"Then you know the King of the Free Folk well?" you assume.

"Know him?" Dalla says with a scoff. Placing a hand on her swollen abdomen, she says, "This is his child."

"I see," you say. This conversation would be not quite so uncomfortable if you were not bound and in only a nappy. Still, there is no helping your situation. You are in it by your own volition. "Ygritte may be keeping me as her plaything right now. But what are the Free Folk's plans for me long-term?"