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Who: Robb & you!
Broadcast: Voice
Action: Mostly at the Blue Fish
When: Today

Network – Voice
[When Robb speaks his voice sounds like that of a sick old man above his eighties. In his life he hasn’t been sick often but when it strikes it mostly manages to floor him at least for a couple of days.]

If there is anyone still in possession of anything that used to belong to my sister Arya, I would like to ask you if you can bring them to me. I stay at the Blue Fish. My name is Robb Stark, I am in charge of security. I am also her oldest brother.

You have my thanks.

[To those who come by to hand over Arya’s stuff or want to run into him – The Blue Fish]
[Robb is waiting for you at the docking station, dressed in the uniform belonging to his job as head of security. The only abnormal thing about him is that he looks pale and has a running nose.

You will be thanked for your donation and if you’re lucky he’ll sneeze in your face as well.]

[To those who want to come visit to fret over Robb and/or is a resident on the Blue Fish]
[Most of the day Robb will be found in his bed with the lights off and his head tucked away underneath the blankets. He has messaged his captain about his sickness and prefers to sleep it off.

So come fuss. He’ll probably be grouchy about it.]

[Action – closed to Bran]
[After Robb has taken a shower and changed into different clothes he actually feels a bit better. At least, good enough to pay his younger brother a visit. Just to check if he is still here, on this bloody ship.

Robb knocks twice.]

Bran? [And another knock.] It is me, Robb. [Robb is sure that Bran probably knows that it is him but just in case.] I need to speak to you. [Or well, just see him. Just knowing that he is allright.] It is about Arya...ah...

[The rest of the words disappear into a loud sneeze.]

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[Sokka got that message and pretty much calls bullshit on it. He knows that Robb's hurting, after losing his sister. He also knows Robb is far, far too proud to admit he'd need someone to talk to, so Sokka decides he'll have to invent a way to deal with this.

He goes for the classic soup method. Soup is feel good food for everyone. Knock knock on your door, Robb. ]

Robb? You naked? Can I come in?

[Daenerys knew that perhaps she was the last person Robb wanted to see, but she had decided it was a decent time for a peace offering. She comes to the Blue Fish carrying a basket of Lemons, so that perhaps he and his remaining siblings could enjoy Lemon Cakes when he was up for it. When Daenerys finally finds his quarters, she stops before the door and knocks, waiting for his permission to enter.]

Lord Stark, I heard you were ill and thought I might come see you, if you'll allow it. I brought lemons... I spoke with your sister once and she told me she liked lemon cakes and as it happens, my ship has a lemon tree in the gardens in our cargo bay.

[ Robb's somewhat cryptic message leaves Theon feeling anxious. He has grown increasingly worried for Arya since Asha and Jojen revealed his future to him. At least he has little reason to worry about Asha. She's fine, she always will be, but Arya...No matter how tough she may be, Arya is a child.

His concern leads him right over to the Blue Fish, and right up to Robb. Try not to sneeze in his face, Robb. ]

Where has Arya gone?

[And when were you planning on telling me? ]

[Jon misses Arya. That's easy enough to tell--he's become more withdrawn since her disappearance, much less likely to start a conversation with someone beyond a few words, and hasn't slept very much. If at all. He's not planning on leaving his room much for a few days or so, doesn't feel like it.

And then Robb makes a post while sick.

Turns out soup is expensive, if you're not wearing the right colors, but eventually Jon makes his way onto the Blue Fish with a plastic bag full of soup, and knocks on Robb's door.]

Robb? Can you stand, or can I let myself in?

[Robb has never been fond of giving in to his own sorrow. He rather not speak of it and, in fact, this fever is a good reason not to appear and process Arya’s disappearance in silence.

At times he drifts off to sleep and at other times he is up to toss the blankets off of him, deeming them too warm. Next to his bed is a bottle of water. The sound of a knock on his door make him stir underneath his sheets and for a moment he pops his head out.

Ah, his captain. It would not do to deny his captain access. Even if he was naked.]

If you wish. [To his own ears his voice sounds off. A little weak, even.] Allow me...to sit... [Not for too long because sitting makes his head spin.]

[Robb doesn’t recognize her voice immediately. He blinks a couple of times before he sits up and moves to rest against the pillows. Lemons? Oh, Sansa would like that. Now if only Sansa would like the kitchen as well...]

That is kind of you. [His voice sounds tired and, to be honest, his vision is a little blurry.] My lady... But I do not think I can do much with them at this moment. [Gods be good, since when became talking such an ordeal?]

[Oh, no. No. Robb takes a step backwards when he sees Theon stepping out of one of the small ships. Of course, there is the option that the other would bring him something that used to belong to Arya, and that is the only reason why Robb stays there.]

Back home, I take.

[He sniffs and focuses his gaze onto Theon, trying to look calm and steady.]

Do you have anything of her you want to give to me?

[Robb has been thinking of his brother, knowing that he has always been close to Arya. He knows he should've contacted Jon, ask after his wellbeing, be of support. But instead of that he has holed himself up inside his chambers, curled up underneath the bedsheets.

Still, he hears the knock, followed by Jon's voice.]

I'm fine...I'm... [He does not really sound fine and finally he sighs deeply.] ...the door is open.

No. I have nothing of hers.

[ He gives Robb a hard stare, clearly waiting for some sort of explanation. Even know, it's difficult for Theon to resign himself to the fact that the Starks owe him nothing. Lord Eddard did his duty; he kept Balon's son clothed, fed, and educated. Despite the time Theon spent with the Starks, they don't have to keep him in their information loop. ]

"I take"? Is that all you have to say to me? Were you going to tell me at all if I didn't come find you myself?

I had no intentions to tell you, Theon. [He shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut when it makes the world spin around him a little. Maybe he should lie down...]

Why would I?

[Already, she can tell that he is straining himself. It reminds her far too much of Drogo, but the two situations are obviously different.]

No, of course not, but I thought perhaps it would be something the two of you could look forward to when you are well again.

[Setting the basket aside, she moves closer to his bedside. She hoped he wouldn't be angry at her for invading his space, but she couldn't help but feel concerned for him.]

Have you seen a maester?

[Robb huffs and reaches for the bottle of water. Fevers are a pain in the arse. They leave him alone with his own thoughts, and some of them do not even make sense.]

It is but a fever...I am sure it will pass. [He smiles a little before taking a sip from the bottle.] Our...maester...doctor is not here.

[He narrows his eyes and smiles a little.]

It is kind of you that you have come all the way for...to bring the lemons...

A fever... I see. [Dany wonders how he might react, should she try to help him in this situation. Lucky for her, she did not become ill. The only illness that seemed to befall her family was illness of the mind.]

Truly, the lemons were a convenient reason. We avoid one another quite readily but I thought that perhaps I could... try to mend fences, as is the saying.

[Tyrion had encouraged her to keep an open mind with the Starks and already she found herself getting along with his youngest sibling in the fleet.]

I am sorry to hear that one of your sisters has departed. You Starks all seem very close... and as the oldest, I can't imagine how much harder it is for you.

[She wonders if Viserys would have felt even a little sad if he had been in Robb's position and it had been her that disappeared.]

Hot cold...hot... [He murmurs the words softly and shrugs afterwards.] I have had it before...after I took an arrow... [It was Jeyne who healed him then. With her soft voice and some cloth, drenched in cool water. He can remember it quite clearly. Maybe, if he would close his eyes, she'd be there.]

You come to parley? I barely look presentable... [To emphasize that Robb plucks at the linen shirt he is wearing.] Ah... [Arya...] ...we are a dying breed... [He laughs a little when he says that.] ...What do you need me for, my lady?

[ Immediately, he's hurt. He knows he shouldn't be, but he truly is. He can see that Robb is ill and likely shouldn't be out of bed to begin with, though, so Theon staves his anger. Instead, he falls back on his other defense: he grits his teeth and forces a smile. ]

Of course you wouldn't. After all, ten years with your family was nothing at all. Certainly I never once cared for you or any of your siblings.

[ He gives a soft, bitter laugh. All that salt. All of it. ]

Still, I might have thought you of all people would be more concerned. Don't try to pretend that you don't know what awaits your sister at home.

[ -- sansa has taken to sitting in a chair at the foot of robb's bed. she isn't there all day, all hours...but she makes a point of spending a good chunk of the evening with him as he rests. she sits, and she sews, and if she thinks he's finally found some sleep? she sings. soft, half-finished phrases of childhood favourites.

and when the news came of arya's disappearance, she added weeping into the rotation. so, tonight, as her brother fights his fever, she sits with red-rimmed eyes and abandons a bit of embroidery she finds herself incapable of giving any attention. ]

It can't be true, can it? [ she mulls, darkly, over her thoughts. ] Theon said the Boltons have Arya. It can't be true.

[ she can't have gone back to that dim fate. ]

[They were going to have this conversation again? Now?]

I do not have to explain you this, Theon. I have done many times... I grow weary of it. [And it is not easy to want Theon back as a friend while there is no way he truly can.

But the last sentence is the one that sets Robb off. For a moment the look on his face becomes a little sharper.]

I know what awaits her. Worry not, I know. [But right now he feels too queasy to have a guilt trip. That would have to come later.]

Edited 2016-09-02 19:01 (UTC)

[Robb knows of Sansa's presence. He hears the songs, the soft sounds of thread being pulled through fabric. At times he speaks but mostly he just sleeps.

Arya was gone. And at times he dreams of her. Some are good, some are bad and some do not make any sense at all.]

I hope not... [He peers at his sister when she speaks.] ...Theon is full of it...he talks out of his arse... Arya is somewhere safe... [The idea of her being at the Dreadfort fills him with...well...dread.] ...She is safe...I promise you.

[Finally he stirs a little underneath the blankets so he can sit up and spout more promises he cannot keep at all.]

Are you injured now? Or is it just an illness. [Dany looks about the room, spotting a cloth next to his water.]

A parlay can wait until you are well again.

[She won't admit that she's just trying to be friends or something close to it, with Robb. For now she settles for wetting the cloth and sitting closer to his bedside.]

You do not have a maester, and I do not get sick, not the same way as most others do. I don't mind standing in for an hour or two if you need it.

[She's already preparing herself for him to argue against it. There was no way he was getting her to budge on this. He clearly needed some tending to.]

[Sokka enters, and his concern is immediately doubled. ]

Jeez, Robb, are you okay? You look awful.

[King of compliments, this one.]

[There's one crewmate Beverly has yet to see since her return and as soon as she finds out Robb is sick, she wastes no time coming to see him. Quietly, she knocks on his door.]

Robb?

A bit of a fever... [He smiles a little at the 'compliment'.] ...Gods be good... You truly expect me to dress up, captain?

[For a moment he moves to gaze at the scar on his arm. Where he had taken an arrow a long time ago.]

An unfortunate illness... [After those words his body decides that he should not talk that much and he has to take a moment to sink further into his pillows and close his eyes.] ...no injuries.

Worry not, I have survived worse. [Except death, he cannot survive that...] Allow me to sleep it off... [He remembers he has done a lot of sleeping when fever overcame him at his stay at the Crag.]

[Robb utters a sound at the knock and then he vaguely realizes he knows that voice and that it belongs to someone who has been gone for quite a while.

Maybe it are fever dreams. After another grunt he rolls himself over on his side. Gods, he's cold.]

[Good, because Jon was ready to break the door down if he had to. He doesn't have to, though, instead he just opens the door enough to let himself through, then shuts it behind him.]

I brought you soup. [A pause, then, with a dry tone:] You look worse than the last time I saw you sick. I didn't even know that was possible.

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Fretting!! Also bringing a basket of Lemons and maybe gloating that she doesn't get sick

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