"Not even you?" She asked him, still rooted in place but shaken by that idea. Who else could she trust if not Robb? They had been through so much together and she needed his strength, both physically and mentally. Her own depleting from fear and inability to know how to save herself if a fight should occur.

"I always trust you, Robb. If someone is to kill me, I would rather it be you." Though she wouldn't die. Not today or tomorrow. She had survived too much to be destroyed by some form of madness.

"Yes," she nodded, looking over her shoulder. "I don't believe anyone followed me." Her eyes met his as she held onto the one solid link she had to sanity. "Don't ask me not to trust you, Robb."