The words are tender and she knew they weren't meant for her. While she didn't know that Lady Catelyn was to marry Ned's brother before, she understood that he was hallucinating. What other woman could he speak to this way? Jon's mother, but that didn't seem likely. Instead, she shushed him softly and dabbed the cloth against his brow.

"It's Margaery," she murmured. Carefully, she helped raise him enough that he could drink some water, his lips clearly chapped.

"Rest, my lord. Your fever hasn't broken yet."