“What’s wrong?” (from the grumpy uncle blackfish ofc)
The back of his hand came up to wipe the tears from his eyes. He knew the Blackfish didn’t much appreciate crying and the last thing Robin wanted to do was agitate the old man he had so much respect for. He picked up the scroll on the table with the broken seal of Arryn and handed it to Brynden, straightening his back to stand taller and take the heartbreak with a stoic demeanor, as he was taught.
“Mother is dead.”











