She chews on her lip so hard it draws blood, hands balled into tight little fists in her lap under the table, nails digging into her palms. Robb...

She doesn't want to believe it. It can't be true. They called him the Young Wolf, and he was King in the North. He could have beaten them, he could have beaten them all.

Jason suddenly draws back, she notices for the first time. His eyes pierce the bowl of water and his hands grip the table so hard she thinks they break fall right off. What does he see? she wonders, peering over, seeing nothing but still water, thinking of her older brother Robb with snow in his hair. "What?" she asks. "What do you see? Tell me!"