[He's guarded in a way she recognizes, a wariness born out of some form of betrayal or bloodshed. It's a lesson learned the hard way, a bitter pill to swallow and one that would forever be lodged in the throat. She understands it in a way that she can't express, only that the same haunted air that hangs about him also hangs about her.

He's right that the name doesn't mean very much to her. Winterfell sounds close to Winterhold, but she doubts it is anywhere close to the lands of the far North or even in the same world as Skyrim. But he isn't wrong when he tells her that she is familiar, it is the same with him for her. It brings an easy smile to her face as she ducks her head for a moment before looking back at him from behind the curtain of her brown hair.] You remind me of home as well. Ours might not be so different.

[Down to the ruthless life that so many had to lead.] It's a pleasure not to waste my arrow in your heart, Robb. [A noticeable shadow crossed her face at the mention of family, thinking at once of her parents and siblings, people she had not seen for years.] Gone. I don't know where.

I have a son and daughter, but they are home and safe.