He didn't need to apologize as she wouldn't accept him feeling embarrassing or ashamed. There was nothing to regret in feeling affection or warmth for someone. They had spent enough time together that she could understand where Ned's feelings stemmed from. It was painful to her, however, that she couldn't return those affections, not in the way he might wish.

She shushed him gently, dabbing his brow with the wet cloth, offering him a bit more water to ingest. Her eyes held his, understanding and gentle. "You are fortunate to have married a woman that you can be proud of. She is kind and good in all the ways I wish I could be. She gave you beautiful children that hold all of the good qualities of both of you. Be proud of your life." She would not bring him that same level of satisfaction, for there was little in her that followed his same level of honor. She had her own, but it might be distasteful to him, despite the changes she had made in her life.

"I am happy." She smiled, tempted to share her affections for Robb, but choosing to remain silent for now. It wasn't the time. "You didn't speak out of turn. You spoke your feelings and I don't blame you for that. Don't fret. Rest and gather your strength, my lord. Here, I made broth for you."