That flummoxed him and took the wind out of his anger's sails. "Well- yes-" He said uncertainly. Arya was-or had been- his playmate, Sansa and he had been giddy together over going to King's Landing. But Death wasn't supposed to be anyone's sister.

"He was going to teach me greenseeing..." Bran was quiet for a long moment and looked at his useless feet. His voice was smaller and though he tried to keep his face as still and neutral as a man grown Bran didn't manage it. "He was going to give me my legs back."