memorial [for Edmund and Robb]

[onceaqueen]

The rains had come and not yet gone, and Susan was beginning to despair that they ever would. She had been waiting for the rain to stop so that she could make a trip out to the memorial wall, where she'd asked Edmund to arrange for several names to be added: Jon, Sansa, Caspian, Eddara, Cornelius, and Jeyne. But the rains went on and on, and Susan

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[_kinginthenorth]

Somewhere along the route, Robb and Grey Wind had simply fallen into step beside her. Robb's grey wool cloak is pulled around him, the hood down over his eyes, and Grey Wind's fur is sodden and plastered to his body. It makes him look feral and hungry, though his eyes haven't changed.

[onceaqueen]

Susan was glad Robb had come along, and as he walked beside her she shifted her umbrella to cover both of them. "It's just a little further, up ahead," she told him.

[_kinginthenorth]

"It's all right," Robb says. "You keep dry. If you can," he adds, because there's very little left that is dry with the rain the way it has been.

[onceaqueen]

"I don't mind," she replied. Perhaps it was an excuse to walk a little closer to one of the few of her family members that remained, or perhaps it was the part of her that liked to take care of people, or perhaps it was both.

[_kinginthenorth]

"It's strange," Robb says quietly, no longer bothering about the position of the umbrella. "There must be a limit, or at least you'd think there would be, to the number of times you can lose the same people."

[onceaqueen]

"Apparently not," Susan said. One would also think that at some point, the hurt would lessen, that she would grow immune to it somehow, but it she hadn't.

[_kinginthenorth]

"No," Robb says wearily, pushing back his hood and glancing up toward the sky. "I suppose not." He's quiet a moment, the rain splattering against his forehead. "There is something about seeing the names. Permanent. I can't be sure how I feel about that."