Aware of it? Not a chance, but he was now. Robb isn't quick to respond, standing there silently with lips pressed in a line. Finally with a large inhale, he nods, "It's what I last remember. I have thick, healed scars where the wounds ought to be."

He doesn't understand this any more than Stannis. He should be dead and yet his heart was beating in his chest along with the rise and fall of each breath. "I woke up here and with a metal square with text upon it. I've never seen or heard of anything like this."

Stannis was older, perhaps he would know more about such a thing, but Robb couldn't come to any possible conclusions.