When I see stars I feel your hand (джен)

"This is the song for Baby Birch / Though I will never know you. / And at the back of what we've done / There is the knowledge of you." - Joanna Newsom, 'Baby Birch.'
My babe was a daughter, she thinks. A little girl. I would have named her- I had thought… for a horrifying moment, she cannot even remember what she meant to call her own babe. Then she says, “Clarisse.” Ned Stark simply looks at her. Wylla shifts from foot to foot, the babe gurgling in her arms, her watchful almond eyes darting from Ashara to Stark and back again.
“We will call her Clarisse,” says Ashara. “Clarisse Sand. Do not believe this constitutes any- any sort of…” Sort of what? Forgiveness? Amity? “She will be my child,” she hisses. “Mine. You will have no claim, no say, never- Never come here again. When she is of age, then we will- her and I- we will discuss it. She will be a bastard of House Dayne. Not House Stark. Not yours. Do you understand? Otherwise, take her, and go where you will. Pray your new king accepts whatever halfhearted lie you come up with.”