"It's a bit of a coincidence, isn't it?" Robb replied as he stepped inside the tidy front room, holding open the door for his father. "Most of the homes here are much smaller than this, perhaps you noticed. I started in a smaller one with Jon, but when the girls arrived, we needed more room. But the color may have contributed to choosing this house in particular.

"There's a privy just through there," he added with a motion through the tiny dining area. "If you'd like to take off your wet clothes. There ought to be something dry to wear in your sack. We haven't a fireplace, but there's an oven in the cellar that heats the house. I'll go stoke it a bit."

This was easier for now, if not an entirely honest reaction to the reality of Eddard Stark standing in the middle of the modest home he'd made with Sansa and Arya. For now, finding ways to simply put one foot in front of the other seemed the wisest course.