Eyes like the sun beam out at Jon at the mere mention of the other children. His breath catches, waiting to hear the other two names - Bran and Rickon - but when they don't follow the others, he feels a weight in his gut. They hadn't all made it through. Although there is obvious sadness in the twitch of his mouth and the diversion of his gaze towards the ground, he will celebrate the joy of his other children - quietly mourn the absence of the others, once he's alone.

He lets his hand fall from Jon's shoulder, offers a curt nod while attempting to allow the exhilaration he feels in his chest break through on his face.

"Robb's, then," he says, realizing how utterly strange it sounds, to suggest a home for Robb other than Winterfell.