She was older than time, she had existed in one form or another since the beginning. She did have fears, the same fears as other mortals. She did not fear death because Death was her sister, she understood her and knew its inevitabilty. She did not fear destruction because he loved her, held her when she changed. She did not fear nightmares, not the Corinthian or the Rantipole or whatever monsters her brother created. She wasn't scared of her siblings But there was something, something old that still made her heart flutter uneasily. Something old, something new, something borrowed and something terrible and blue

Marriage. It was such a small word. It didn't terrify her as much now as it once had but it still made her reach for the charms around her neck and touch them for reassurance. She took strength from her family's sigils. She loved Robb, she wanted to spend more than one lifetime with him but marriage meant that he would leave her. Marriage meant that he would hurt her. She wanted him, she loved him so much but she did not think she could stay sane if Robb left her at the altar like He had done.

"Mmmm." Delirium agreed, though her lips pressed tight together. She reached for the box, something to do with her hands, before holding it out for Bran. The box was cool and inside was a small homemade tub of Stark ice cream, surrounded in slowly melting ice to keep it cool whilst she walked. "It's ice cream. It's Stark ice cream. See it tastes like mint and it has wolf shaped biscuits with it. I thought you might be too hot and Robb seems to like it and Reynald loves it even if I do give him a little too much."

Ice cream was much easier to talk about than the M word.