[In the back of his mind Robb realizes that a lot of difficult conversations were to be had. He had to speak to Jon about the rain of arrows, a possible death. That he named him his heir, that he should go and claim the North in the name of Winterfell.

But now is not the time.]

I hoped for this...many times... I feared... [Robb sighs and slowly lets go to rest his hands on Jon's shoulders.] ...you were dead. Just like the others... [Like Bran, like Rickon and possibly his sisters.] But you are not, thank the gods, Jon...you live.