"Direwolves and stories are good things. I don't know about hippopata- hippopotamuses." Bran looked at her as though it was very clear where her daughter had picked up the habit. "Is there a Targaryen here who it belongs to? Does it really not have any teeth?"

"Doctor Leonard's kind though. I have to soak my feet every day until the frost bite goes away." Bran smiled a little. "They're not going to fall off though."