The wolf naturally frightened her, but that was from events far before she had come here and met Jon. Direwolves were fierce creatures and that was not so easily forgotten by her, no matter if there was a new association with them. She would think of Robb, but she would also think of the slaughter outside of her castle's walls.

"He was," she murmured. "You have spoken often to Jon?" She was pleased at least their Robb's brother was managing to settle. This wasn't a place he belonged and it was certainly not a safe place to be. Yet he wasn't so standoffish as he appeared. He seemed to be capable of making friends as easily as Robb had been.

"Oh," her face paled as she understood what he was speaking of. Jeyne lowered her face, letting her hair cover her burning cheeks. It wasn't a subject that she was unfamiliar with. Robb's men had made similar noises in the camp, sometimes very loudly. Still, to have that clarified, intruding on a subject that she had no business in, she felt a bit embarrassed. "You must be...very close." She did her best to brush it aside and laughed nervously.

"Of course." She turned to grab her cloak and stepped into the hall. "Forgive me, I should have invited you in."