[Robb smiles at her answer. Because that is exactly how he sees it as well. Gods, he has been scared when he raised his banners and marched for war. And he has been scared when his men named him their king. But he has never turned away from his responsibilities because of that. Fear should not become a weakness.]

Aye. It is as you say. [He silences briefly and leans back a little, debating if he should tell more or not.] Exactly as you say. [A soft chuckle escapes his mouth.] I could not lead my men into battle if I would shake like a leaf. Gods be good, the stories they would tell.

[Robb listens carefully to her words.]

Does it burn then? If it is dangerous to return it to another place... [Finally he points at the table.] Can you get the parchment back here? Mayhap it is... it could be something like...that you put on a table like this...and you put a spell on it to will it to another place and then you take it back again?

[If he could be home for just a little while it would be enough. He could send out men to fetch Bran and Sansa at the least.]

Is it less dangerous then? [Am I making any sense?]