"Many moons," Robb answered, quick to catch hold of a less complicated topic. "Longer than I rightly recall, to be entirely honest. Perhaps half a year. Jon's been here longer, and Sansa and Arya arrived a moon or two after me. Although the timing makes little sense— Ah. Here."

The house was looming out of the mist at last, little more than a shack compared to Winterfell, and yet one of the largest homes to be had. They were apparently going to need that space even more than they'd realized.

"It isn't much, but it keeps the rain off our heads," he said, leading his father up the stairs.