"Liar," Genna spat. "You all want us to go away and just send us, we want to go! We don't w-want you either." Tears stung her eyes again and she was confused, as part of her wanted to throw herself into her mother's arms and cry but another part whispered that she should run into the forests and never come back. There were ways out of the castle if you looked, down where the dragons slept with their bones and flames... So Genna kept her distance, but she didn't run. Not yet.
"The old gods don't talk." Her anger faded as she looked at her mother with more confusion than resentment. "They said that Starks keep the North. If we're here then we're not the same." She looked at the trees as if expecting to hear an answer from the air before looking back at Kaelyn. "Can't you feel it, mother? No wolves here."