[Robb does not stare in horror at the device. Absolutely not. Definitely not. And that’s not a sigh of relief that Tony’s just heard—probably just a gust of wind.]

So this is his feeding, then? [They don’t have batteries that need charging in Westeros, but they do have pets like dogs, cats, direwolves and dragons, and Robb has gotten surprisingly good at analogies since he got here.] How do you know when he’s finished? He already seems active enough to me, it’s hard to believe he can only go so far before he sleeps.

[Dies is a strong word, for something that can come back to life so easily.]