[She knows when Merlin leaves, and lifts her head enough to see him go. She should thank him, she knows, but the words aren't there, now. No words are, and it's a long moment before she lets go of him, sits up on her knees with a sniff and a swiped arm across her face. She almost doesn't care that she's crying, because she can't stop and can't hide it, and it sucks.]
I guess, [she mumbles, but immediately her eyes dart to his again.] Robb wouldn't've, [she blurts out.] Robb - the real Robb, he wouldn't...he wouldn't have...
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I guess, [she mumbles, but immediately her eyes dart to his again.] Robb wouldn't've, [she blurts out.] Robb - the real Robb, he wouldn't...he wouldn't have...