Genna yelled in surprise more than pain as her sister's hand connected with her cheek. She was shocked enough that she stopped crying even, just stared at Gwyn in horror. "I do not do everything wrong, or I'd be sick and awful like you. You're horrid," Genna muttered.
She busied herself gathering up the masks and held the torn one sadly, the few moments' silence enough to calm her down just a little. She thrust it behind the box. "It's winter," she whispered. The roads would be muck and the North was a long way away- miles of ice and snow that not even true adventurers always survived.
"And I don't lie to you and you know it." She stepped to the door but stopped and looked back at her sister. "When you go to Winterfell... what do you think they'll do? They can't just let you live there. Even only in the crypts like the stories."