Robb moves to pull his knees up, wrapping his arms around them as he sits, staring into the fire. Tomorrow was going to be another long day.
“Aye, I know of that.” His voice is soft, partially because of all the sleeping people around them, partially because of the thoughts that bother him. “But how is it a sickness of the blood? If you will it I...” But he stops right there, pressing his lips back onto each other again, knowing very well that such a proposal can be considered quite an indecent one. To share a blanket would not be a right idea. “And you will not...” Robb frowns a little, a bit unsettled by the idea of his friend passing away for a last time.
At his words Grey Wind utters a soft howl, expressing the sadness his master feels. “Let us not talk about passing and losing one another,” Robb finally says with a shake of his head. “It is too early to talk of such gloomy matters.”
Nevertheless he knows that the things they’ve been through has damaged them both significantly. Neria had her nightmares, Robb had his moments where he completely zones out to venture to that safe place inside his own mind. There would be a day they would not be able to accept these truths anymore, one day they would break.
Robb look at his direwolf for a moment, reaching out to move a hand over his head, fingers scratching behind his ear. “Grey Wind does understand you are a friend of mine. If he would not have taken a liking to you he would have taken your fingers or even more already. I have seen him tear a man in two once.”
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“Aye, I know of that.” His voice is soft, partially because of all the sleeping people around them, partially because of the thoughts that bother him. “But how is it a sickness of the blood? If you will it I...” But he stops right there, pressing his lips back onto each other again, knowing very well that such a proposal can be considered quite an indecent one. To share a blanket would not be a right idea. “And you will not...” Robb frowns a little, a bit unsettled by the idea of his friend passing away for a last time.
At his words Grey Wind utters a soft howl, expressing the sadness his master feels. “Let us not talk about passing and losing one another,” Robb finally says with a shake of his head. “It is too early to talk of such gloomy matters.”
Nevertheless he knows that the things they’ve been through has damaged them both significantly. Neria had her nightmares, Robb had his moments where he completely zones out to venture to that safe place inside his own mind. There would be a day they would not be able to accept these truths anymore, one day they would break.
Robb look at his direwolf for a moment, reaching out to move a hand over his head, fingers scratching behind his ear. “Grey Wind does understand you are a friend of mine. If he would not have taken a liking to you he would have taken your fingers or even more already. I have seen him tear a man in two once.”