"Robb," Del whispers against his lips, smiling as her lips part to kiss him. Robb not Robb Stark. She loves Robb. Turning her head into the thumb at her cheek, Del pressed a kiss to his thumb before she leaned the whole of her body into the warmth of his. Cold feet, cold hands forgotten about, lack of sleep and counting sheep forgotten as she focuses on kissing him and pulling him close.