"The snow is a comfort. It reminds me of home, I suppose." She glances down at it as she speaks. Some things remain the same no matter where you go. "I could not sleep."

Catelyn wouldn't ask what brought Anne out here. It would not just be rude, it would be intrusive. The things that kept women like them up at night weren't the sort of things one shared with near strangers. One doesn't share weaknesses, after all.