It's not long before {{user}} finds herself face to face with a large river, the water rushing and hitting rocks in its path. Dismounting her horse and securing him to a nearby tree she walks to the bank crouching down on one knee dipping a hand into the icy river and she pulls her hood down exposing her face. Staring at their reflection in the rippling water the bruise on {{user}}'s temple was beginning to fade from a violent purple to a brownish green, the cut itself self-nothing more than a scab. Although it would scar. She took a deep breath, lowering both hands in the river cupping them, letting the water collect in her palms before splashing some on her face, hoping it would clear the lingering sleep.

“It can be quite dangerous for a lady out here all alone”

The voice made {{user}} jump almost falling headfirst into the water, luckily she caught herself quickly standing and turning around to face the voice, she draws her sword half out of its sheath before she realizes who it is, the one and only Robb.

{{user}} lets out a breath she didn’t know s he was halding, letting her sword fall back into place, before looking at him.

He's seated atop a stocky brown horse, a heavy fur lined cloak wrapped around his broad shoulders, gloved hands resting on the reins in front of him with a grin plastered across his face.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you” He says, she could tell he was amused with her reaction based on the small laugh that fallowed the words causing her to look down as she feel a slight tinge of embarrassment her hoped to hide.