"She just fell over!" Gwyn shook her head, laughing as she thought of her mother in such a state. She certainly didn't have her sister's dislike of the woman but it was funny to imagine nonetheless. "Oh, you were spanked? I hope you didn't cry too much." If there was one thing Gwyn had tried to instill in her sister it was that she should be a bit more reserved in showing her emotions. It seemed only she out of the two felt that way, however. She didn't think adventurers should cry at any sign of trouble, but she loved her sister anyway.
"I haven't seen Father either," she said a bit sadly then. She had wanted to speak with him about Winterfell because she thought he out of anyone might understand her feelings on it best. She thought perhaps she could even convince him to send she and Genna there...but he hadn't seen her as of late. "Why are you calling him that?" She asked her sister curiously then.
"Oh they do? Hm." What a strange thing that they should all look so funny! Gwyn had always thought it was simply Brandon and Ned, something about Starks not producing males correctly. She would need to think of a new way to tease them apparently. "I hope you haven't stuffed it up too much. It is a nice fountain...but I would like to see what they look like. I thought it was only Brandon and Ned that were so strange."
After pausing to think for a moment she nodded. "Yes...I think you have. Thieves? We'll need to bring a weapon then, in case we see any." Oh yes, Gwyn was certain that she and her sister could take on whatever dangers they might encounter. She finally took the cup of cider offered, as if noting that it was there for the first time. "Thank you," she murmured before taking a sip and handing it back to her sister, still in thought. "We'll both need weapons. And a dragon...it was very dark in there and I think they might like that. It would only be a little one though, and anyway I'm sure it might be a bit lonely being in there so long with no company. We shouldn't need to be afraid of it, but if it a mean kind then we'll just use our weapons." Oh yes, they were going to have a real adventure!
She glanced about her room for anything that might suffice as a weapon and looked at the scrool her Maester had left her earlier. She could unwrap it and have a stick at the end! "I'll use that," she said then, pointing toward it on the bedside table before she looked at her sister, "Do you have a weapon, Genna?" Her tone was caring, as if she was years older than her sister and merely looking out for her best interests.