She didn't wish to hear of him bedding another woman, not one that he married and was known to be beautiful. For all she was, Jeyne knew that she was not beautiful, not compared to some. Her hair was often unruly and brown, not the vibrant chestnut that Roslin supposedly had. Her face pleasing enough, but nothing remarkable. Roslin would come to please him in time and he would have sons by her, whatever his doubts.

"There are ways to induce fertility." She said softly, remembering the various herbs her mother had taught her once. But her heart was pained at the idea of helping him. She had no right to his affections and it was unwise for him to not have an heir. "Has she spoken with a midwife?" Did she even have a capable midwife?

The weight she carried was immediately lifted, letting her form and face crumple into one of evident relief. "Thank you." She would reach for him, to clasp his hand in hers, but Eddard would wake and cry again. She didn't want to disturb her child, not while she had a moment at his side. Her eyes were warm as she looked down at her boys, pressing a kiss to Eddard's brow. "They do. Their hair will become more red over time, I think." She would see them grow well and strong, but her choices would be easier now with Robb's help. They wouldn't starve.

Her gaze shot up, immediate worry in her eyes as she glanced back towards the door to the stables. "It would start rumors..." her voice is soft. She wanted him with her, she couldn't deny that. She had missed him during the night and often dreamed of his arms around her, but she had to be practical. His men would wonder where he was and why he was with a Westerling alone. Then there was the stable. "This isn't a place where a king should sleep." She stopped noticing the smell, but he belonged in a real bed, somewhere comfortable.