Robb had always wanted a beard and there is some sort of irony that he had to shave himself now. After all, autumn colored hair would not match with the dark, dyed ones on his head. His face had lost all it's youth and his mouth had lost the ability to smile. At times it hurts to watch her, to realize what she had been in his life and that he cannot get it back anymore. He can only be close. No touching, no talking, just mull over those bittersweet memories.
In a way he had not expected her to come to him and to hear her voice so close startled him a little.
"One week," he shrugs and looks up to her, his eyes tired and dull, nowhere near the eyes she might remember. "If everything goes well, my lord and my lady would have a litter of fine hunting dogs soon. Just make sure they know how to seek prey early on."
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Date: 2016-12-26 08:26 pm (UTC)In a way he had not expected her to come to him and to hear her voice so close startled him a little.
"One week," he shrugs and looks up to her, his eyes tired and dull, nowhere near the eyes she might remember. "If everything goes well, my lord and my lady would have a litter of fine hunting dogs soon. Just make sure they know how to seek prey early on."