There was a selfish part of her that wanted him near, just a moment alone with him while she processed everything. She didn't have Stark honor, but she recognized what was the right thing to do and what was the more selfish desire. She should simply say she wanted to be alone, allowing him to learn more. The truth was, she didn't want to be alone. She had been alone for too long and Robb's presence was comforting.

She pressed a hand to his cheek, giving him a soft, small kiss. There was a silent thanks in her eyes, grateful that he would be willing to see her home and look after her. Exhaustion had a firm hold on her and she wasn't sure how much further she could have walked alone, weighed down by so many thoughts.

Turning towards the village, she linked her hand with his, able to breathe a sigh of relief. "I don't know what these Observers have in mind for us, but I won't ever let them touch you." If the hair and blood was his, and if she ever found the Observers, she would let her thorns emerge. "You are mine and I am yours. They can't take that away from us."