[Robb staggers to his feet, dusting himself off as someone pushes through the bushes. He’s still shaken, still not quite sure what just happened, and then a very familiar voice cuts past the whirlwind of his thoughts. He freezes, the words sticking in his throat, and almost doesn’t want to turn around. What if this isn’t real? What if this is just a dream as he’s dying on the floor of the Twins? What if—
He turns, slowly. Then:]
Jeyne? [His voice is unsteady. Oh, gods, Jeyne. What is she doing here? He’d left her safe at Riverrun, she was supposed to be safe—] What—Jeyne, how are you here?
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He turns, slowly. Then:]
Jeyne? [His voice is unsteady. Oh, gods, Jeyne. What is she doing here? He’d left her safe at Riverrun, she was supposed to be safe—] What—Jeyne, how are you here?
[Please be a dream. Please be a dream. Please.]