Del's nose crinkled as Robb kissed her nose. She did not mind Robb Stark kissing her, he was the only man to do so now it seemed but he never seemed to kiss her where she wanted him to. Turning her head up, so that her face brushed against his Del smiled happily and leaned into the warmth of his body.

"You don't know that it is morning or that it is a good one? Because Sol is rising, you can see him now. Slow and wakeful. He was always the most beautiful of the stars, even when he was very young." Del said, turning her head to brush her lips against his skin, his jaw, his lips. "And if it is not a good one yet then I am sure I can make it one. And then we can watch Venus."