"You could not have." Her retort is gentle, but there's steel in it, too. She'd proven herself to be far more resilient than anyone had expected, and she'd learned a lot from watching and spending time with Lady Catelyn, too. "They had fooled us all." Perhaps if she had been more political-minded, she would've been able to help him, but even then it wasn't her place to question his men's loyalty, either. "It was only when I heard..." she trails off, stopping herself. She doesn't need to remind him of that wretched song, and what it had meant.

Be patient. Be understanding. It's all she can do in the face of his grief, and she will do this for him, every day and every night, for as long as he would have her. Gently, she brushes his tears away, ignoring her own. "Aye, my love, I remember." She smiles. "I have only died, Robb. I have not forgotten." Well, there's some grim sense of humor she hadn't been aware she had.

"You could never disappoint me," she tells him quietly. Perhaps love has blinded her that she could see no wrong in anything he does, but it is what it is. Noticing the glances now being thrown their way, however, she feels compelled to accept his earlier offer for a private conversation. "Shall we speak further in your quarters?"