*uh oh. Hands her baby Roose Bolton*
She did not like his eyes. Even for a babe those eyes seemed uninviting. Grey eyes which seemed to see all and think everything and reveal nothing. They made Catelyn uncomfortable and the babe was far too still. He did not wriggle, did not fight, did not laugh...only lay where he was placed. Still. Watching. Catelyn did not like it. And when the babe's glance turned upon her little Robb, giggling and laughing beside him, she quickly picked her boy up and placed him in his cot so that he was safe from the strange stare.
She even had sympathy on the bastard Jon Snow, for when Roose's gaze fell on the dark-haired boy, Catelyn picked him up also and placed him in his cot.
"There is something...which is greatly different about you..." She whispered, her hand coming tentatively to rest upon his belly, her fingers instinctively tickling the skin, but Roose only frowned and Catelyn thought perhaps the wet nurse could see to this babe. She would see to Jon Snow herself if it would spare her this strange child.
