( @rcdwynes ) Edmure’s group, comprised of himself and the select bannermen he never seemed to travel without, had arrived later than expected. They had arrived late last evening, and slept through most of the day, but he awoke and knew he should go find her, after first reuniting with his sister and simultaneously offering condolences to ned and congratulating him. After asking a few select people (he did not know her well enough yet to guess her whereabouts), he finally found her, and approached. Edmure very quickly scrunched his face into one of a mock sorrow. “my lady, we’ve had the worst luck along the way.” slightly fake exasperation as well, but he kept it less dramatic than he would if he were playing at a friend. “We took to Harrenhal to avoid the Freys at the twins, got turned around at High Heart, had to leave Mallister behind entirely somewhere near Moat Cailin.” perhaps he should have just said hello from afar. This was a lady, his betrothed, to be respected. Her time would soon be wasted enough by his god awful, partially true, dramatics. “-fortune had found it’s way to me now, though.”
