Eponine Thenardier. The name rolls off the girl's lips beautifully.

Jeyne doesn't want to think what else rolls beautifully off her lips. Or whose lips her name would roll off beautifully.

"Thank you. I hope so, too." Because what else could she say to that, without giving herself away? Gods, if only the circumstances had been different. Maybe, in another life, one that doesn't involve Robb Stark, they could've been friends.