The waking is over, her brother's realm has drifted away from Robb. She misses the waking, even the endless waking would be better than the lack of sleep and all the sheep and Robb Stark knowing, not-knowing that she loves him. El-oh-vee-ee Love.

"Oh," Del said looking up at Robb with wide, mismatched eyes as he peeks a her. Flushing, Del ducked her hair and tried to hide in the tangle of her hair. Fidgeting in the blankets, she tried to stay still for a moment before rolling over to face Robb. Pressing her face against his chest, her hands still covering her face, Del leaned her body into him. "gobathtosshleeprobbstarkshoicantalktoyouth."

Her words are mumbled, her hands and the blankets and Robb distorting her words and the sound.