Prayer to the Gods || Self-para
Catelynn looked down at her dress. It was a dark grey, thick and warm, the epitome of Winterfell fashion. Most importantly, it was clean. No dirt and definitely no blood.
The battle had been won and Winterfell was safe once again, though it came at a cost. Her father had been grievously wounded, the maesters feared he wouldn't survive. Cate did not know what to think. Her father had always been the strongest man in her life. He was always there, keeping his family safe. And now he was fighting for his life.
Cate had only glimpsed him from the door of his room. To see him laying there was not bearable and she could not bring herself to stay. She would have gone to the Godswood, to pray to the Gods to save her father, but the world behind Winterfell's walls was that of a battlefield. Also, Cate was not keen to return to the woods anytime soon.
Catelynn had checked on Beauty several times since the attack. The direwolf was not well. The maesters had no time to spare healing direwolves when there were so many men who needed to be tended to. Cate had managed to convince one maester she had not met before to take some time to tend to her wolf's injuries.
She prayed for her father and for her direwolf. She could not imagine losing either of them. They both had been hurt protecting the ones they love most. All she could do was pray that for the once the Gods would be kind.