She hesitated, if only because of the child's fussy nature. This was an important moment and her son was less than endearing in this state. He had never been a calm child, a stark contrast to his namesake. There was nothing quiet about this Eddard. It was a momentary pause before she offered out her son. "I named him for your father." A possible breach of propriety, but she had taken the chance, knowing what his father meant to him.

Her eyes cast over to the second child. "I named him Brandon." The brother he lost and the one that he had wept for before she came to Robb's bed. The maid, catching Jeyne's eye, held out the boy for Robb as well. "I'm sorry that they are not better behaved. They are hungry, but won't eat." She had long ago weaned them, but they still preferred liquid milk to softer foods.

"They are usually quieter." They had to be, as the strangers they sometimes stayed with wouldn't accept crying children.