Sipping delicately from her glass, Catelyn willed herself to relax. This, she needed this. She needed to be near her dear friend, to not see the shadows of Ned's dreams haunting him. To not worry that her husband was slowly losing his mind or his grip on reality.
It was selfish, yes. But it was easy to overlook that little flaw while pleasant memories of Petyr and the good times between them warmed her, and to enjoy the simple comfort that came from being with her oldest and dearest friend.
"Gifts are always welcome, but a phone call would have been equally as delightful," she admitted. "How have you been, darling? I've been so terrible about keeping in touch, and I'm sorry for it."