“You cannot stay here,” he answers immediately after she states she doesn’t live at the Crag anymore. While speaking he looks at her with a concentrated sort of look on his face, aware of what he could have had. This sweet woman with her kind voice and soothing hands. “I cannot...unfortunately war does not wait for no one.”

He allows himself to sit back a little, fingers curling around the sturdy, dark wood. And at her words he nods slowly. It would only be fair to be of help, after all, he took her maidenhood.

“Hmn...very well. What is it you need?”

Gold, probably. The Westerlings did not strike him as a very wealthy house.