Cregan's new wife was such a little thing; all soft hands and sweet words. It was a shock to him -- in all honesty -- that the North and its cold had not swallowed her whole. She was a delicate thing, a maiden from the Crownlands. With big eyes and a warm smile, his second wife eased her way into his heart without much difficulty. She nestled into motherhood as if it was always meant to be - a maternal figure for his toddler son, Rickon.