[ Her first instinct is to chastise him, to tell him that this is no time for stories or other foolish things. Bran strives daily to be a good brother, to be more than he is, to be older and a little lord; Alayne knows this because she can see it in the way he looks to fold his hands and still his restlessness, in the manner in which he presses his mouth to a flat line as if to mimic some old man's version of seriousness. But Alayne also knows the truth: that Bran Stark is still very much a little boy, with a little boy's heart and a little boy's fancies (no matter how much he tries to hide it, a sister knows best and Alayne Stone may not be his sister, but she remembers Sansa Stark and the ways of her long-buried heart).
When she speaks, her voice is not harsh, though it seems tired and worn. ] Dreams again, is it? [ She does not frown, though her mouth thins as she squeezes his hands. ] Dreams cannot bring Lady back, Bran.
;~~; BIG SISTER WILL PROTECT YOU um with her creepy knife?
When she speaks, her voice is not harsh, though it seems tired and worn. ] Dreams again, is it? [ She does not frown, though her mouth thins as she squeezes his hands. ] Dreams cannot bring Lady back, Bran.