[it is still nothing like she expected, it's true. and yet here she is, and it is stranger still. she can tell he's uncomfortable and her hand quietly goes to his arm, clasping it reassuringly for a moment before she looks up at his proposal.

and for a moment it is once again the two of them in a room much like a sickbed and there is no one but them and her smile turns into a grin.]

I would, ser. I have not danced in quite a long time and I would have no other partner. [or another man. it will always be a bit strange, surrounded by wolves when she was only a shell on the shore. she slides her hand down to his hand and clasps it, squeezing encouragingly. her voice is warm as she grabs his other hand, stepping back a little as she smiles. ]

Dance with me, Robb. It does not have to be fast. [this doesn't have to go fast. we can take this slowly. all of it. and i will be here, though how it does good i still can't believe.]