He was defensive of her in a way she didn't expect. However much she wanted to believe his words, it was impossible to think that she was in someway not to blame for it all. The change in Ned, the loss of their family, Rhaegar's death, Jon's bastardy, and the death of so many men, how could they not be her fault. All she could do was smile sadly, she had no more protests left to give, only a silent understanding of the truth.

"You are like your father in so many ways." She murmured. "He always saw something in me that others didn't." Save for Ned. "You have that same gentleness and quiet soul." There was no wolf blood in him, not at all like Brandon or herself.