The moment she saw those tell tale signs of his anger (always quiet but fierce as a wolf's), she pulls him into a tight hug. If he was hurt and fuming, let it be in the safety of her embrace, shutting out the rest of the world, save for their mutual pain. They were Starks. They could not survive alone, always meant to be in a pack. If the Lannisters declared war on their family, they would come to fear their combined fury.

It wasn't as though this was the first blow they suffered...or at least he suffered. He had likely lived through Brandon's death, their father's death. Her death. Losing the last of his family, it had to be too much for him.

Without his parents and siblings, he was the last surviving pup. It was a heavy burden to bear, one that she feared would break his strength. Perhaps it was a mercy that this world had granted them the chance to be a family again. Whatever happened in Westeros, it was a distant memory. They were reunited, as they should have been there.

"He's here now. He's safe."