Robb reappears and finds the two on the floor near the fire. "You look in a sorry state." He commented, unsure if it was directed at the dog or her. Little Robb never seemed to ever grow accustomed to the weather here, which he had to sort of agree.

Joining them on the floor, Robb rubs on the dog's back, now looking over to Margaery. "You're thinking about something." He knew that stern look, though they both often shared it these days.