Elegance and finesse didn't matter against survival. The blade looked as though it could pierce through anything and she had seen her share of weapons over the years. It would serve at least, though she had no desire to use it. It was a precaution, she had to remind herself. Something to ease his mind and her own.

She nodded, attaching it to the belt before fiddling with it to ensure it was attached. "Like this?" Her eyes met his, seeking a glimmer of approval. She wasn't a warrior and knew that her life had inadequately prepared her for this. Her inability to cope with the winter had made it clear, but she could at least attempt in this case to be the sort of woman that Robb could be proud of.