[for Robb]
Jeyne should have noticed it the night before. Reynald was always such a good babe, always happy and eager to please, that his fussiness and refusal to go down for the night should have been a sign that something was amiss. But Jeyne thought it was just a sign that Reynald was a normal babe with the occasional cross moods and put little thought to it until the next morning, when her son woke feverish and listless. He would not nurse, nor was he interested in anything else Jeyne offered him. He only wanted to be held, lying still in her arms with his blanket clutched against his cheek.
"He's eaten nothing since yesterday," Jeyne told Robb, her voice anxious. "And he's not had such a fever before." She wanted to ask Sansa or Susan their advice, but she feared spreading whatever Reynald might have.
"He's eaten nothing since yesterday," Jeyne told Robb, her voice anxious. "And he's not had such a fever before." She wanted to ask Sansa or Susan their advice, but she feared spreading whatever Reynald might have.