Robb shakes his head shortly. “And if so it matters not,” he says while he moves to sit down next to her. It is true that he is tired but his fatigue goes further than just lack of sleep. The intensity of his wolf-dreams are increasing and sometimes he actually dreams about being Grey Wind and finding himself able to smell through its nose, see through its eyes and hear with its ears. Such abilities belong to a skinchanger and for a young king to be able to do such a thing...it worries him. It is a taboo he does not wish to speak of.

Before lying down next to him Grey Wind bumps his nose against Neria’s arm in greeting, uttering a soft huffy sound. After a soft yawn he scoots a bit closer to the fire, warming his hands briefly.

“You always say that,” he retorts, a hint of worry in his voice. “That it is something you are able to cope with. But if such things plague you in your sleep it is probably just the opposite of that.” Robb had trouble coping with the people he had lost through time. Especially, and foremost his sister. The memory of that day that the Trumps did not open a dungeon for her is still fresh inside his head, he still remember how Liminal Space had looked, what people said to him and how he failed to cope.

“Neria, please cease your apologies.” He moves a little to squeeze her shoulder in a reassuring way, looking at her with a small, warm smile on his face. “If you wish I can leave Grey Wind with you more often so he can watch over you while you sleep. He is fond of you and I swear to you, he has never been fond of others except for me or my family.”

At the mention of his name Grey Wind stirs a little, his tail wagging slowly.