Robb smiles when he takes the boy from Jeyne's hands and holds him tight against himself, combing his fingers through the short mop of auburn hair.

"Shh..." It all seems to fee; natural for him. As if he has not done anything else in his life than holding his children while he knows that that would never be the case. But despite his soft words of comfort the child seems to struggle in his arms, not wanting to be held. The look on his face drops a little and eventually he has to give him back to Jeyne.

"No I..." Another soft sigh escapes his mouth and he bites his lip briefly. "You raised them well... I am honored you gave them Northern names..." Little Brandon is a lot more quiet but also does not feel comfortable in the arms of his father, a complete stranger. And Robb can't get the words out.

"I have brought something to eat."