[She does not know. She was not there. She did not see. Bran tells himself these things, but the words do not stop the little frown from twisting itself larger, until it is nearly a scowl.

And he does not pull his hands away from hers, but he shakes his head all the same. The things that she speaks of are magics, and perhaps skinchanging is a magic, too--but if it is, it is as true a magic as any of those Alayne makes mention of. He does not allow her to finish her thought, but interrupts before she is done:]

I can help. It isn't like lights in the air, or-- or flowers out of walls--it's different, Sansa. And it isn't only dreams, and it isn't only stories--I can be Lady. I can do it even aboard this ship--I tried with Summer. It's more than wolf dreams, it's--

[He squeezes her hands, hard, and he looks her straight in the eye. His sister. She must believe. She will believe.]

I can show you. I can help, Sansa. It is no story. You must believe me.