Petrin couldn't help herself. The strangeness of his eyes, his hair... it was as if her brother had been chewed up with change. And at his confession, her hands went to his face and she made him look her clear in the eyes.
"You are human, and so much more than that. You are a Stark, of noble birth, and are growing up into a fine man. Mother and father are proud of you, and me too," she assured him, eyes dancing with passion. "Whatever you feel, whatever happened, you will always be my brother. You will always be a Stark."
Her smile wavered as she reached a hand up to touch his hair.
"Although we might have to explain the loss of red in your hair." It was a jest done out of nerves, to try to ease the mood, but tensions were high, and even she feared what her brother confessed might be true.