this may have been a bad idea

[eldeststark]

The dusk today sees a young man outside, knee deep in a progressively deeper rectangular hole, looking annoyed, worried, and confused. Every so often he looks up and snaps something sharply to the pony-sized wolf pacing in taut circles above him, that seems to have something to do with what can only be a body.

Grey Wind's muzzle is still bloody and

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[cyranosavignien]

Cyrano wanders by - he may have been on his way to scout a little, carefully, for his questing plans with Locke.

He pauses, though, and looks at Robb with utter bemusement.

"Monsieur Stark?"

[eldeststark]

Robb looks up, rubs some sweat off of his forehead, leaving a dirty smear. His expression is more of a grimace than anything. Grey Wind lifts his head and growls, low.

Robb gestures at the body. "Ser," he says, a bit tiredly, "Meet the late Ser Jaime Lannister." He looks both younger and older than he usually does, brow furrowed.

[cyranosavignien]

Cyrano looks at the body, and winces.

"Grey Wind?" It's not really a question.

[eldeststark]

Grey Wind looks pleased a moment, and then goes back to pacing, ignoring Cyrano again. Robb shoots his wolf a look. "Yes." Rolling his shoulders back.

[cyranosavignien]

"What a gruesome task." He sighs, and sheds his jacket. "I will not let you tend to this alone, dear boy."

[eldeststark]

"I need to do this properly." A little stubbornly.

[cyranosavignien]

"And you will. I will assist you," he says as he puts his jacket, hat and rapier to hang by a nearby tree. "Do you think I have not buried my share of bodies on the fields of Arras, Monsieur Stark?"

[eldeststark]

Robb goes back to work, looking down again. "I'm sure you have. But this is, by many ways, my duty." And he's not pleased about it. But. Stark.

[cyranosavignien]

Cyrano nods, and sets to working. "Then we can discuss it when it is done," he says, to close the discussion.

[eldeststark]

He nods, briefly, and then turns his head and snaps at Grey Wind, "Back," sharply, before going back to work, viciously.

"Thank you."

[cyranosavignien]

Cyrano nods, and sets to work - unless Robb speaks, he will be silent throughout the whole of the sinister chore.

[eldeststark]

Robb doesn't mind silence. This isn't exactly cheerful work.

He's thinking, quietly, brows furrowed all the while, though.

[cyranosavignien]

Cyrano then works in grim silence, and he will not speak until Robb breaks it.

[eldeststark]

"I don't know what to think," he says suddenly, eventually, straightening.

[cyranosavignien]

Cyrano looks up, and plants his shovel in the ground, crosses over to put a hand on the boy`s shoulder.

"What about, Robb?"

[eldeststark]

"About-" He gestures at Jaime's body. "...this."