Robb was woken up in the middle of the night by a small body crawling in next to him. "What?" He said, blearily, and whoever it was froze.
"Robb?" Sansa's small voice sounded quavery. "I didn't mean to…wake you up…"
"What are you doing?" He asked, rubbing his eyes. He thought the look she gave him was unhappy.
"I had a nightmare. A scary nightmare. Can I stay here?"
Robb sighed, a little. "Okay." It hadn't been that long that Sansa was sleeping by herself, so he could understand, even if it was a little bothersome. "What was the nightmare about?"
At once, given permission, she curled up against his side. He hugged her protectively. "It was about you, and Arya, and Bran and mother and father and Rickon and even Jon. And I couldn't find any of you, it was like you were all lost and I felt like-" She sniffled. "I felt like I was never going to see you again."
As quickly as that, she was bawling. Robb tried swiftly to hush her. "Shh, Sansa, it was only a dream, we're all right here, in Winterfell…we haven't gone anywhere. We're not going to go anywhere."
She sniffled loudly. "Promise?" She asked, quaveringly. Robb held her more tightly, feeling his jaw set stubbornly.
"Promise," he said, firmly. "It'll be all right. It was only a dream."
"I believe you," she said, with a tiny little smile. "Would you tell me a story?"
He was waking up a little anyway, and Sansa would be asleep before he was halfway through. Robb nodded. "Yes, I'll tell you a story."
Halfway through had been generous. He was only a few sentences into some improvised tale of a tourney for a lady's hand when Sansa yawned broadly. "I'm glad it was only a dream," she said sleepily, and closed her eyes. Robb could no longer sleep; so he stayed up the rest of the night watching her instead.
He didn't mind, though.