"Come on, then," Robb said, motioning Sansa inside. "Let's get you both out of the cold, and I'll see what I've got that might tempt the little one."

In the kitchen, he hefted his pack onto the counter and pointedly opened it where Sansa couldn't see inside. She had grown, it was true, and was a capable lady just as he'd known she always would be, but still he worried about upsetting her.

"I've got some livers and kidneys," he said, sorting through the little bodies in the sack until he found a bound bundle of entrails he'd saved when he'd dressed the rabbits. "Could you fetch a bowl?"