Never has Robb seen his father weep. As a child, he never would have imagined it were even possible, but as an adult he now understands far too well the heavy mantle his father had carried for so many years. There must have been tears and moments of weakness, but Ned Stark was nothing if not careful, and when they happened, they must have been behind closed doors, hidden from his children and the people who relied so much upon his strength.

To see the man brought so low, delirious and sobbing, was enough to shake Robb to his core, and for a moment he could not move from his place in the doorway.

When his feet did manage stuttering steps forward, he realized quickly he had no idea what he might do, taking a knee at his father's bedside but his hand wavering and uncertain when it lifted to touch him. He hesitated, eyes wide, and then pressed a squeeze to his father's shoulder, some small attempt to soothe him.

"Father?"