[Summer turns away, sniffing at the floor just behind them, his curiosity satisfied. But Bran can only stare up at his mother, hardly daring to believe that it is her, for true. Would she call him sweetling if she knew the things that he had done? Should he tell her? He told all to Robb and Jon--surely Robb will tell her if he does not.

But--not now, and this is not a coward's thought, even if it feels like it. Better to wait.]

I am glad you are here. This ship is not always so kind, but it brought you here, to us-- [Even if he is afraid for her, a little, he cannot be unhappy.] Robb is here, too, with Grey Wind.

We will stay together. It will be as you say. [There are forces that might separate them, just as they did Sansa and Arya and Rickon--but when Mother says it, it seems as if it might actually be true, that they will be together. It's stupid, and childish, but Bran lets himself believe her words, for now, and he smiles up at her, carefully.]