"Yes. She said the Sept is where royalty prays..." She sniffled and then, tremulously "I Am Not A Stark!" Genna was tired, she wanted her sister, she wanted her father and she wanted a nap. Wait. No. She didn't want her father. He didn't want her. He didn't want any of them. He didn't even care that Gwyn was sick or Genna was miserable. Stupid father. Stupid mother. Stupid everyone. "I'm noooot," she sobbed.