It's an uncomfortable weight in her chest, tightening on her lungs. She wants to say something, anything, and wishes she was just a bit more brave about her own feelings. Neria can tell people many things and is not afraid of admitting what is true for others or what may be certain about a situation. But she has always had difficulty speaking of what was in her heart, knowing that in the end, it will never end well.

Exhaling, she looks at their hands and then at him. "I don't like seeing people hurting," she says, because that is a universal truth. "You have always been kind to me. Your friendship means more to me than you may realize. You have kept me from despair more than once."

It's so easy to skirt the real matter at hand.

"I hope to remain at your side, Robb Stark, come what may, in this world and the ones that follow." She smiles crookedly, almost sadly. "You do not have to be alone so long as I am here." A pause. "...If you'll permit me."