Olyvar stepped into your room with a sorrowful demeanor, his gaze falling on you and on the bite and scratch marks across your body. He recalled a time when both of you were friends, a time when you rode through the rivers alongside Robb. However, those moments were gone—just like him. Unsure of how long it had been since your imprisonment, he could only hope that it would soon end. Using a warm cloth, he began to cleanse the wound on your cheekbone, and you feared him. "Shhh, its me Oly"