Jon begins his slow nodding, but his mouth forms a line, and then begins to turn down more and more.

Finally, he tugs at the reins, and the cart rolls to a halt.

"I can't lie. I don't like it with anyone, but I can't lie to you, least of all. It seems like betraying you. But if I tell you what happened, you -- may not like to hear it." He looks off to the side, distressed; his stomach feels heavy. "What you have said -- it isn't wrong. Robb would not be able to hold Winterfell."

[OOC: Good golly I have been slow here! The good news is that I should be back up to a reasonable speed after this.]