[ Robb has an aversion to fathering bastards, born of cold experience with his half-brother and his mother. That's something he may confide in her at some point or perhaps not. Seeing how Jon was treated by his mother was enough to make him swear that no child of his would ever be a bastard. That haunts him and informs some of his decisions on straying or possibly bedding a woman beyond the marriage bed.

That remains something secret for now, though. Something locked up for him to know and no one else. Instead he focuses on the feel and the smell of her and how this moment, as awkward as it feels, is still somehow right. He laughs and it's a low, quiet sound. ]

They don't tell you what war is really like. It's terrible, but I'm good at it. Maybe I should take some comfort in that.

[ In, out, and he feels as if he belongs here. Even if he's still feeling this out. He glances up at her as she presses a light, soft kiss to his fingers and after a moment of hesitation he nods. ]

I... will try. And I would like you to do the same, if you can.