He still couldn't understand how he wasn't dead. How he had managed to evade the cruel dark grip of The Stranger. How he managed to open his eyes in The Reach of all places , it was all not only confusing , but worrying. Did his men even know he was still alive? What had even happened to them. It took days for the guilt to even start to wear down. Milk of the poppy aided in that regard. But it never allowed the King in the North to forget all the ways he had let not only his men , not only the North , but his entire family as well.
And all he could think of was getting back to them.
He had his health though , Gods be good for that. Even Greywind managed to make it from the battle. The question of who he owed thanks to still not quite clear to him. Nor was he very clear as to the reason why. Lady Margaery's presence there was , only a slight comfort to the ever growing confusion surrounding his survival. It was good of them to help him , to nurse him back to health , but it didn't explain what they hoped to gain from saving him. No doubt there was a great risk to aiding him. Should the Lannisters find out , Tywin's rath would be most unwanted. He hoped he would be able to gain some insight from Margaery , if she was willing to at least.
Robb had meant to apologize for his unease. She didn't deserve his skepticism , or the very guarded behavior of Greywind the last couple of times she had come to him. His wounds were healing nicely , most of them already turned to scars upon his body. Soon he would be able to travel , which would mean his return to Winterfell. Robb glanced to her a moment when she mentioned his scars , he tried to remember the last time he worried about a scar he obtained. He could remember his father saying something similar , shortly before the King arrived. He couldn't help but scoff , possibly the first time he had laughed since his uncles wedding. He had grown too used to not laughing. ❝ I always thought I'd have plenty of scars to fill a day of stories for my children someday. I suppose I just thought it would happen slowly over time. ❞
As Margaery continued to tend to the wounds , cleaning the ones that needed the help to heal still , he thought long and hard about not only what could have been for his family , but about what would undoubtedly lie ahead for all of them. Naturally rounding him back to the question as to why help him. He didn't mean to judge , but he'd had his fair share of being betrayed , of things going wrong. The options were just endless. With Margaery though , there was something in her voice that showed that she cared for at least his sister. He'd been so worried for her , even more worried that she had no one there for her until he could free her.
The revelation that she would be joining them in the journey back to Winterfell , his brow arched in some surprise at the fact. If his own travel was dangerous , he could only imagine how dangerous it must be for her and her family. He sat up some , obviously more interested in that piece of information. ❝ You're coming too. All the way North to Winterfell? ❞ What was this? Was this worry for her? ❝ That's a dangerous journey for someone like you. One can't help but wonder why. Were you and Sansa that close? ❞