It's soothing, having him close and being able to hear his voice again; she's not realized how much she's truly missed him, either, not until now, not when she'd spent the time since his departure for the Wall just trying to ignore the part of her that had felt hollow and empty. Her doubts and her dark, terrified thoughts are slowly being melted away by his very presence, a force of healing that's wrapped around her and has decided never to let go.

She nods absently when he talks about checking on the boys, but the bath and him leaving to settle in Robb's room has her clutching at his cloak tighter, and she pulls back a little to look up at him. That panicked look in her eyes has calmed some, but there are still hints of fear lurking in the shadows. "No, please—" She knows it's selfish, and she thinks he can't be here to just look after her, that perhaps the Night's Watch had sent them to reinforce Winterfell per Robb's command or something. But she wants him around her, not just nearby. "Please stay. I... I don't want to be alone, Jon." Her voice breaks a little. "Theon, he—"

Then she shakes her head. She's not ready to speak of it after all. "I can... I can bathe by myself. But will you stay with me? Please?" She flushes a little at that request, because they've never even kissed beyond what's considered chaste and proper, but even though the very idea of him seeing her naked should have her mortified, she's more terrified of what else might happen if he's not there, not when Winterfell has stopped becoming a safe place for her.