In coming to Robb's room, her primary thought had been to ensure he hadn't been badly hurt. At the beach, he had turned down her offer to share his bed again, both out of necessity and honor. She had accepted it, more than aware about how little wisdom there was in her desire. She hadn't visited him with any intent beyond the concern of a friend.

Yet, she couldn't deny the measure of happiness it brought her to hear him ask her to stay. It would be safer than when they were in the camp tent. Her ladies wouldn't enter her room without her permission. She could sleep without fear, at least until the dawn approached.

"Of course I can." She sat up, resting herself on her arms. "My love."