Ivor blinked, startled by Catelyn’s sudden actions. He stood up, appearing visibly worried, and watched her curl up in her bed. He opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something but unsure what, so he pressed his lips together again. At the moment Ivor wanted to stay right by his sister’s side, but he supposed she might have just wanted some personal space, so in the end he placed the plate of cookies on Catelyn’s bedside table and sat back on the floor, leaning against the wall. For a while, the room was completely silent save for the sound of a pencil tip scratching on paper. Every now and then, Ivor glanced up at Catelyn’s huddled form in watchful concern.