You must understand, Bran. [ The tone isn't harsh or dismissive, straining to explain. ] My clan's seal is that of Aiglin, the Father Tree. Bethmoora is the name of our bloodline and the old realm itself, it blanketed all our vassals. In the same way, all humans are under the same overreaching clan of their own, and they are few of them able to step out from under it in our eyes. They are one, as we were.

[ But the boy is wise for his years, all the same. ]

It was rare we found occasion to favour them.