"I only care that you are alive and well." That Robert hadn't gotten his filthy hands on him and he'd grown into the man he is now. Although just how well had his life been, when he'd been raised a bastard? She's not quite gotten a grip on her tears, but she pulls back a little and looks up at him worriedly. "Ned has been kind, has he not?" Those around him, she's not sure.

She finally draws back so she can wipe her tears with her hands. People have started to stare, some lingering long enough as they pass, but she barely notices them. "I still cannot believe..." She hadn't expected a second chance at life, let alone the chance to see her son all grown. "You must tell me more." Realizing that sounded like a demand, like when she'd pester her brothers for something, she hastily added, "When you are ready, of course. Perhaps over a meal?" How is it to be a mother? Especially of a grown boy?