[Bran's nose wrinkles a little in thought. She will allow it, which gives him a small hope--she will allow it, she will believe him, if he offers her proof--but she may yet be scared.]
I will be here with you, still. I may look-- asleep. I think I look as if I am sleeping when it happens. You mustn't be afraid. [He cautions her this, and twists his hand to wrap his fingers more firmly around hers once more, to lend her some strength--though she has far more strength than she marks or allows herself; he sees it in her where she does not.] I will be kept from you only as sleep would keep me. But I will bring Lady back to you.
[He glances at Summer once more--it is easy to warg into Summer, like slipping on an old glove. Lady will be unfamiliar and difficult and may not listen. You are no child, Bran tells himself. You are no boy.]
Are you ready? [He asks it of Alayne, and looks back to her, searching her face. Her expression is pinched in worry and confusion both, but she is will allow him his chance.]
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I will be here with you, still. I may look-- asleep. I think I look as if I am sleeping when it happens. You mustn't be afraid. [He cautions her this, and twists his hand to wrap his fingers more firmly around hers once more, to lend her some strength--though she has far more strength than she marks or allows herself; he sees it in her where she does not.] I will be kept from you only as sleep would keep me. But I will bring Lady back to you.
[He glances at Summer once more--it is easy to warg into Summer, like slipping on an old glove. Lady will be unfamiliar and difficult and may not listen. You are no child, Bran tells himself. You are no boy.]
Are you ready? [He asks it of Alayne, and looks back to her, searching her face. Her expression is pinched in worry and confusion both, but she is will allow him his chance.]