To Robb, it sounded like some manner of sorcery or witchcraft, their hair and blood collected for a complicated, unfathomable ritual. His immediate impulse was to seek out the room and witness the contents himself, but Margaery was a more present concern, trembling and afraid as she clung to him.

"Shh," he soothed, holding her close as he stroked a gentle hand over her hair. "You're real and I'm real, and the rest of it is real enough. It will be all right."