Word of the Lady Lannister’s state had reached him on that morning. Weaker by the day, with deplorable appearance that would lead most to pity. Sadly, most Northerners were deprived of such emotions ; yet there was one in his host who wasn’t. His most trusted counsellor at that. Lady Catelyn reminded him of the courtesy that was to be paid to his prisoner, a point made by mentioning the Starks under the enemy’s claws, and how the matriarch was to be kept healthy if they were to expect the same for Sansa and Arya.
❝ Lady Joanna. ❞ He greets her with the coldness expected of a Northerner, but still more courteous than a captor would be thought to be. Rumours proved to be true as he takes in the woman that is practically skin and bone before him ; barely walking by herself. A woman. Robb was not a cruel man. ❝ We are moving you to other chambers that will serve as a cell, and you are to be bathed and clothed in something other than rags before settling there. I trust you are hungry as well, yes? ❞
oh, wasn’t this rich ? the young wolf, her CAPTOR, offering her GRACE.
she stares at him, disbelieving, before she bursts into melodious laughter.
( perhaps she has finally, truly gone MAD. or perhaps she can not help but
believe that he is joking with her. ) it doesn’t last long ; her giggles turn
into COUGHS, ripping free of her lungs and tearing from her throat. she’s
ill —- more ill than she’d like to admit, than she’d like to be seen while
SURROUNDED by WOLVES.
“ … how kind of you, “ she finally manages, voice hoarse despite her efforts
to appear strong, unaffected. “ although you must forgive me for asking WHY. “