[A slim girl around Sansa's age, or Arya's, with a pipe in her hand... he shouldn't have thought that she might be any kind of threat, "gottagun" or not. His hand falls from near the pommel of his sword back to his side.]
Robb,
[he repeats, frowning.
Robb. His best friend, his most consistent rival, someone he'd been mourning for years. A young man who'd made mistakes, as Jon understands it (insofar as anyone has been able to inform him after the fact of what happened), but who had been the victim of a betrayal that mistakes like those should never have brought upon anyone.
He'd married a girl, a foreign girl, some said she was highborn. But Jon would swear that her name had been Talisa, not Jeyne. And he's heard of the Westerling house in passing: Westerling, Westerlands, they're Lannister bannermen.
All of this confuses him, yet the girl seems relieved to meet him in the way that someone with Lannister loyalties certainly wouldn't be.]
My brother was married, but... when did you meet him?
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Robb,
[he repeats, frowning.
Robb. His best friend, his most consistent rival, someone he'd been mourning for years. A young man who'd made mistakes, as Jon understands it (insofar as anyone has been able to inform him after the fact of what happened), but who had been the victim of a betrayal that mistakes like those should never have brought upon anyone.
He'd married a girl, a foreign girl, some said she was highborn. But Jon would swear that her name had been Talisa, not Jeyne. And he's heard of the Westerling house in passing: Westerling, Westerlands, they're Lannister bannermen.
All of this confuses him, yet the girl seems relieved to meet him in the way that someone with Lannister loyalties certainly wouldn't be.]
My brother was married, but... when did you meet him?
[He still sounds cautious.]