A gnawing pain bloomed in her stomach as she watched him read in the letter. The softness of the moment was undercut with a rising tension that seemed bring nothing but apprehension and fear. It was painful to see the expression change on his face, knowing that there was terrible news written upon the parchment.

When speaks again, she feels her heart plummet. A mix of emotions tear over her, accompanied by thoughts that were so quick, they were indecipherable. She didn't know what to feel or what to say to that. The Gods were cruel and there had been nothing but suffering in his life, suffering that he did not deserve. She could do nothing to aid him, offer him little in the way of words that could soothe this loss.

"Robb," she murmured, hesitantly placing her hand on his shoulder. She wanted to apologize for the blow that fate had given him. Yet, that seemed insignificant. All she could do was keep hold of him. "How is she? Your wife? I can't imagine what she must feel." There was a part of her that she despised, the tiny, selfish side of her that envied Roslin and the life she shared with Robb. Regardless of this, she never wished harm on the woman or for her to suffer the loss of a child.

"I'm so sorry."