She felt her freeze momentarily when she heard Robb's voice. Holding Eddard closer to her, she pushed herself up to greet the King in the North. She dipped another curtsy, shifting her child in her arms as he continued to cry. He had the red hair of his father, but the brown eyes of his mother. Both boys similar in appearance, though Brandon's coloring was closer to brown than red. Despite the lack of food, they were big children, larger than expected for such a small girl.

Her eyes were lowered submissively, worried at what he might say to her. There was a chance that he would be unable to give her anything, no passage for a boat, no coin to survive on. For so long, she had lived through the worst. It was difficult to break free of that expectation.

"Your grace." She glanced over her shoulder as her maid appeared, holding Brandon for Robb's inspection. Unlike his brother, he was quieter, though still sniffling and unhappy.