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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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[lifeisnotasong]

Normally Sansa would never venture out in weather like this but there is only so long one can coop up a toddler, especially one as tantrum prone as Eddara was in the wake of losing her grandfather. She didn't understand that he was gone and that no amount of screaming and pleading would bring him back. So Sansa had bundled them both up as waterproof as could be, the clothes box had provided again and she hoped this was not indication that the island planned a month of this weather, thought it seemed like that would be the case. Eddara had small pink rubber boots that she was actually quite fond of and had developed a fondness for jumping in puddles that both quite distracted her and yet made Sansa's attempts at waterproofing her most useless. When they get home it will be a warming bath for Eddara at least that won't cause fuss, Eddara is very fond of water

[lifeisnotasong]

Sansa finds that an unsatisfactory answer but is sure if all were not well, Robb would know. "I do," she said, "if Jeyne needs anything, she's only to say." Sansa would offer this even if her relationship with Jeyne had not drastically improved, because she is having Robb's child and Sansa is excited to be an aunt again.

[_kinginthenorth]

"You could go and see her," Robb says hopefully. He really does think he's doing as well as a husband could be expected to, but with both parents now absent, he's inwardly floundering a bit.

[lifeisnotasong]

This does not really fit with Sansa's cowardly avoidance of Summerfell. But Robb has asked it of her, "I will," she said, "perhaps on the morrow," soon enough she'll have to get Eddara out of the rain - if she can detach her from Robb.

[_kinginthenorth]

"That would be good," Robb says, trying not to sound quite so lost as he's been feeling. "I daresay she'd like to see Eddara, too."

[lifeisnotasong]

Sansa nods, and glances up to Eddara who is no longer hitting Robb but does seem to have a firm grip on his hair. "I'm not sure," she said. "Jeyne may have to make do with just me, when I take Eddara near Summerfell, she starts asking for her grandfather." And then it only gets worse.

[_kinginthenorth]

Robb nods at that; he hasn't really much choice. "Perhaps best not, then. I don't know that there's a way to explain it, really, that she's more like to understand. Especially when we barely understand ourselves."

[lifeisnotasong]

"She'll get used to it," Sansa said sounding pained at the idea because Eddara is so little that getting used to the idea really means her forgetting her grandfather altogether. "I don't think I want to understand." To understand indicates there is some reason to rob them of their kin and she won't have it.

[_kinginthenorth]

"I don't know if I would or not," Robb confesses. "Blaming the whim of the gods begins to lose something, somehow."

[lifeisnotasong]

"Yet it remains all we have," she said knowing he was right, it did not help in the face of the losses this place visited on them. Her fear of losing Caspian tightened her chest for a moment and she turned away in hopes that Robb would not notice.

[_kinginthenorth]

Of course he notices, and has had similar fears himself--similar and perhaps direr, for what if people do return to the world from whence they came, when the island takes them? Jeyne in Westeros, heavy with his child, would be doomed the moment someone found her. But it is not a thing to dwell on, and he crosses to Sansa and rests a hand on her shoulder, with Eddara mimicing the motion to bat at the top of his head.