Robb Stark

Jeyne was relieved to both get away from the mysterious woman and the crowded streets. The inn was not completely empty, which she thought a good thing, so that there would not be too much attention on them from the innkeeper. But it was also not overly crowded, which gave her some space to breathe. Robb's hand on her leg is comforting, though an arm around her would be more so.

"Remember," she whispered, leaning in close. "No names. We still haven't come up with false ones yet."