His head against her shoulder, Bran closed his eyes and sighed softly at the touch to his hair. After a moment he wrapped his arms around her and held her back.

So close, he'd got so close to the three-eyed crow's cave. Maybe the wights would have killed him but maybe he would have got there and been fixed like a toy that needed mending. Then he could be here with his siblings and whole again; he would climb every strange tree and run with Summer down until they splashed into the sea. "I miss them."

Bran felt tears welling in his eyes but tried to blink them back. He didn't want Robb's lady to think him a baby as well as a cripple.