"Robb, please," she had begged, trying to drag him out of this mess. She had to protect him, she had to make sure she'd survive. By the Gods, she would give her own life just so that her son could live. It happened in a rush and she would not be able to recall the details but thanks to the loyal Northmen, they made it out alive. Not without great losses and injuries of their own.
She awoke some time in the morning, feeling a burning in her chest. It was then that she remembered the arrow and she knew it would give her troubles for a while. Immediately, she sat up, however, desperate to find her son. It didn't take long for her to find him in the tent as well. "Robb..." Carefully and with a groan, Catelyn got out of the makeshift bed to walk over to him, needing to make sure he was alright. That he was alive. "My sweet boy."
→ @fateschnge ; robb &. cat, time to plan the revenge.