The hair to the back of his neck perked up, and Robb spun around, hand at hilt of his sword and ready to extract it and attack. Then his demeanor fell and he relaxed. "This blood isn't mine."

He had been scuffed up, true, and didn't want to admit he probably had murdered someone they knew, but he was fine as far as he could tell.

Coming to her, his hands to her arms, "Are you safe?"