‘ cross  bow’s  burn  as  well  as  anything  else. ’  sharp  gaze  turns  away  from  her  then.  he  chose  to  remain  silent  as  she  spoke,  the  occasional  nod  being  the  only  indication  he  was  still  listening.  the  ghost  of  a  smile  faded  when  she  stopped.  the  list  of  her  dead  was  certainly  LONGER  than  his,  but  it  was  no  reason  to  envy  him.

 ‘ fever  took  my  mother  when  I  was  a  boy,  my  father  was  a  drunk  who  left  to  take  the  black.  he  didn’t  want  the  responsibility  of  raising  children.  didn’t  stop  him  from  sleepin’  ‘round  &&  havin’  my  youngest  brother.  they  had  his  head  when  he  tried  to  stab  the  lord  commander.  lost  all  three’ve  my  brothers  to  the  Bolton’s.  skinned  &&  flayed  ‘em  not  long  after  they  killed  Robb  Stark  &&  his  family.  childbirth  took  my  wife  &&  son.  never  remarried  after  that. ’

 Thomas  never  looks  at  her  as  he  speaks.  tone  &&  eyes  are  cold,  lacking  emotion.  ‘ there’s  nothin’  to  envy  ‘bout  any  of  that,  your  grace. ’