Side with Catelyn

This was your chance to win some points with the 'Mother' that had shunned you since your ill-begotten birth. For once, you wanted to have her look at you with something other than hatred and hurt.

"What is all this commotion?" You approach the group, putting on a tone of voice you had heard Eddard Stark use around his daughters and wife whilst quelling arguments before. "Of course, the two of you are bickering again. Lady Stark, if you have more pressing issues to attend to, I can deal with this before I join Robb for sword practice."

Catelyn Stark seems taken aback by your forcefulness and seeming command of the situation, and a flicker of a look you hadn't never seen when she looked at you in the past crossed her features.

"Thank you, Jon." The words seemed pulled from her with great ****, but the glimmer of the ice breaking was enough to fill you with confidence that it could be done.

She walked off down the corridor, leaving you with Sansa and Arya, both looking at you somewhat expectantly.