005 -- video;

[northerner]

[ ah, robb returns to video posts. there's a marked difference in the set of his face. he looks older, more solmen if such a thing were possible, more like his father, than he did in those very first few times he'd addressed the ship. grey wind is at his elbows, eyes gleaming as his great jaws part in a disinterested yawn. the display of teeth though, that sure is something to see. robb sinks a hand into the fur at the scruff of grey wind's neck, and the action is almost a boy reaching for something familiar, something to anchor himself to. ]

I wish to request a favor of this ship.

[ kings don't make requests, they give orders. that is what robb learned from his namesake but in his time spent aboard this ship he's also learned that a displaced king gets himself more by requesting rather than trying to command. ( like the beggar king, and if his stomach turns at that he ignores it. ) ]

My youngest brother Rickon has come aboard this vessel. I don't seek to curb his curiosity, but only to ask that discretion is used when answering his questions and granting him knowledge.

[ there's a pause. grey wind huffs a breath, impatient, and robb's hand twists in the fur. ]

And perhaps not encourage his fondness for knives.

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[northerner]

If you wish it, then yes. I only ask that he's not exposed to too much too quickly. And I thank you for it.

[cheerioless]

Of course. And I'm sorry. No one that young should have to be put through this. [ she hopes she doesn't sound cliché, or condescending by it. she can tell he is from a different world than she is. the six year old was probably stronger than she was - had probably seen more, been through more than she had. he was probably tougher than quinn was. quinn from her cupcake world who spent most days hiding in her room because she could barely hold it together. ] ...if you ever need help with him, um, I can help?

[northerner]

[ there's a pause. ]

He can be...trying.

[ it sounds more like a warning than it should. ]

[cheerioless]

[ quinn bites her lip for a moment. she really needs to stop getting into things, but she can't help herself. ]

I don't mind a bit of a challenge.

[northerner]

Then you have my blessing, if he'll allow it.

[cheerioless]

I'm Quinn, by the way.

[northerner]

King Robb Stark, lord of Winterfell and the North. Well met, Quinn.

[cheerioless]

You're a king? I've never met a king before. Wh...what should I call you?