Robb bent down, patting the dog's head, gray now marking his muzzle. It was a surprise that he had made it this far, but it stood as a testimony if he could, so could Robb and Margaery.

Glancing over to her, he watches her movements quietly before replying, "Perhaps a walk later," He lingers a moment before asking quietly, "Do you think you could make a lemon cake?" They were really Sansa's favorite treat, his had always been a tart, but it was probably easier to make the other. He had tried not to think about Westeros, now realizing his memories of the paths in the woods were fading or even the castle itself.

He barely even remembered the sound of his own parents' voices now.