"You're not going." This was said at her shoulder, and in a low, dangerous tone as Robb's hand fell between Margaery's shoulder blades. "I don't care what these Observers say, if the plant is out there, someone else can find it just as easily as you. I'll go instead, or Jon."

He meant to sound as if the matter were settled, but the waver in his voice betrayed him. He'd seen how badly off Jude had been, and that had been days ago. They hadn't been truly punished by the Observers yet, but he recalled Lyanna's fear of it that night when they'd sat together at the dinner, how worried something so insignificant as switching seats had made her. They both had understood the way in which seemingly minor choices could ripple out and harm everyone around them. And this risk? It was so much bigger, and the instructions clearly explicit.