"That much is clear."

The sigh she heaves is momentous and the motion of it brings her to sitting down at the table as Robb had earlier bid her.

"Robb. Look. I care for you, I do. You are my blood and my brother, and my second son shall have your name." The first was going to be Eddard, fight her. Third son would be Theon. If she ever decided to settle back home and find a man willing to the prince, with no hopes of ever becoming king himself.

"But it pains me to see you like this. Drinking, whoring. I'd have thought you were better than this."