“Yes. Robb, get up. Get up and walk out, please, please. Save yourself…if not for me, for Jeyne.”
“Jeyne?” robb grabbed the edge of the table and forced himself to stand. “Mother,” he said, “Grey Wind...”
(A Storm of Swords)

 Jon fell to his knees. He found the dagger’s hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking.  ”Ghost,” he whispered. 
(A Dance With Dragons)