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[_kinginthenorth]

To Robb's mind, the rain makes sense. His father is gone, an event which would be worthy of a blizzard, of winter in all its cold glory, but the rain--dismal, gloomy, and everpresent as the ache in his gut--makes more sense

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[outlawrobin]

Robin knows Robb - chance meetings in the IPD office and for a time he lived very close to the home of the Starks, he might even deep down where he would never admit it envy them the large family some many of them together. Robin's blood family was never large but he made his own and he misses him all the more now the rain reminds him of England. But then losses happen and he wonders if it is better not to have them than to have them and lose them - he won't get his hopes up, the island will torment him with Alan or worse Gisborne.

He recognises the blade as well as belonging to the old and now gone Lord Stark and so he offers the only solace he can think of. "You wield it well."

[_kinginthenorth]

Robb lowers it, turning to him with a nod of acknowledgement. "I thank you."

[outlawrobin]

"Though you hardly have the weather for it," Robin carries on glancing around. "Though it reminds me of home a bit."

[_kinginthenorth]

"Wait till the snow comes again," Robb says wryly, "and I'll say the same. I do admit it's nice for a bit of a change. And...it fits, somehow." He shrugs, not really wanting to explain that further. "You're a bit from home."

[outlawrobin]

"We get plenty of snow in England," Robin said, "and so that's familiar as well." He can understand how such weather could suit anyone in a low mood. "I'm not one for staying still - no matter the weather," and near every route he takes, takes him near Marian's home whether he calls in or not.

[_kinginthenorth]

"No," Robb says, "I imagine not." He knows the type; at home he would not have been surprised to find Robin on the Wall, though it might have been a bit too serious--then again, as far as he can measure, everything in Westeros is more serious than anything in England. "There are still things to be done, anyway." Even if the weather's bad; even if people disappear.

[outlawrobin]

"That," acknowledges Robin, "is always true." The world does not stop for the weather and neither should they.

[_kinginthenorth]

Robb glances down at Ice with a sigh and wipes the sword clean of mud on his jeans. "And what are you about today?"

[outlawrobin]

"Very little," said Robin ruefully, "the wet has scared most of the smaller game off and I don't want to take anything bigger down - I don't have enough dry wood to smoke it." So that had led to wandering, being reminded of England and perhaps thinking things he shouldn't.

[_kinginthenorth]

"We've a smokehouse," Robb offers, gesturing to one of Summerfell's outbuildings. The place seems to grow the longer they stay here, even though people keep leaving it. "I don't see why you couldn't use it if you wanted to."

[outlawrobin]

"My thanks," Robin answered with a nod, "I'll likely take you up on that if this weather continues."