"I know." It was a difficult subject and painful for her to admit that she couldn't remain with him. However much she might wish it, he was wed and his men wouldn't react well to a Westerling in their camp. She was a member of the rival house, her father vocally pledged to the Lannisters, despite his continued captivity. He was at least treated kindly. News was sent to the Stark soldiers who held the Crag, which they kindly related to the family. Her place was not here and not with her family. "That isn't why I am here.

She flinched. It was gold she needed, but it seemed so crude to openly state it. As though she were a harlot who had not received payment for her services. She had bedded him because she loved him...loves him still. However, with no place in the camp and no home to return to, she didn't have the time to dance around the subject.

"I wish that I didn't have to ask this of you, but I need help. I wish to purchase a cottage, something smile but large enough for me and my children." The words were a jumble in her head. The gravity of her news lost among the request itself. She wasn't certain which was more difficult to say. Money or the children she bore him.

"It doesn't need to be very much. I have nothing and no one else to turn to."