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Arriving a few servants were finishing cleaning up the room, who'd soon leave once Robb and Jason arrived. Luwin would be beside Bran's bed, busy examining the boy's legs, testing if he felt anything or could draw a muscle reflex with his prodding. Laying close beside Bran was the boy's direwolf Summer, who'd rest his head on the boy's lap in a protective manner.

"No…nothing," Bran said, his voice low in tone and tired as he laid there.

"I see…troubling," Luwin muttered before noticing Jason and Robb's arrival. "It is as I suspected. The boy has lost all feeling to legs. No doubt a spinal injury cutting off all connection."

Despite the saddening news, Bran was oddly quiet, no crying or begging. Jason knew the boy was tough, yet even that impressed him. Robb stepped up, a sad look on his face as he'd hold Bran's hand, the boy tightly holding on. Jason stood beside the young noble, keeping a calm look despite the mix of emotions he felt.

"Bran, do you remember what happened at the ruined tower? Do you know how you fell from it?" The Surgebinder asked in a low voice. He'd look to Summer who whined a bit to him for attention. Sighing, Jason scratched the direwolf behind the ears, making the wolf pant happily.

Bran's closed his eyes, trying to focus on that day and moment. "I remember me and Summer running along the plains. I wanted to go explore that old tower ever since I got good at climbing." Pausing, he'd rub the direwolf's head before continuing. "I remember nearing a window and heard something. I peaked in then…remembering something push me off the ledge." Shaking his head, he'd sigh. "That's all I remember."

"It's fine. Maybe over time, your memory will come back. Trust me…I know how it's like."

Bran nodded before moving one hand to the wooden medallion on his neck with a small smile before looking to the crossbow and quiver beside him. Jason moved to the items and handed them over to the boy who looked them over closely. "I guess we'll be able to practice archery still." He said, a hopeful hint showing in his voice.

"Course you will. I'll carry you out myself once you've rested up a bit." Robb chuckled. "Still you'll need someone to help you around, carry you about to handle other matters." Thinking for a moment, the young man soon had an idea. "Hodor be fitting. Man's maybe dull-minded, yet as strong as a bull and knows how to listen well."

Jason remembered to see the large servant since coming to Winterfell. From what he knew the man suffered some kind of sudden seizer that left him simple-minded when he was young. "Sounds fitting. Still, back home I remember some members of nobility having specialized chairs for movement, wheelchairs. Don't know the designs but...could be something Luwin could research into."

The Maester thought for a moment before nodding at the idea. "I have heard of such a device. Most designs I've heard vary in complexity yet I think with time and effort a proper one can be built for the young master."

"Then please do that Luwin. Whatever materials you need I'll have them delivered in haste." Robb added, showing his support for this idea.

"Best that I get to work then." Nodding to everyone, the old Maester hurried out of the room, leaving the others to themselves.

"So…where his father and mother? Shouldn't they be here as well?" Bran asks after a moment, fiddling a bit with his crossbow yet having a worried look on his face.

Robb glanced to Jason, yet the Surgebinder shrugged to the young man who'd sigh, realizing this was his responsibility. "A lot has happened after your fall…so this may take a while to explain."

The rest of the day was spent talking with Bran over the last two and a half weeks over what had happened. The boy was saddened to hear how his father left for King's Landing and shocked about the assassination attempt on his life, along with his mother being injured in protecting him. Knowing that his parents were so far away had him sigh, wishing he could see them after what had happened. Yet Jason did his best to shift the topic to more interesting matters, such as discussing ais visit to the Wall and how Jon was doing. The tales about the grand northern barrier brought an excited gleam to the boy's eyes and eased the sober mood. By evening, the boy seemed tired out from all the talking as he'd lay back to rest.

"Best let you rest Bran. Still weak after being out for so long. I'll make sure the servants get you a big meal for tomorrow." Robb said as they'd get ready to leave the boy alone.

"Alright. Though…could I eat down at the hall? I can't stand staying in bed for another day." The boy muttered.

"If you feel you're up for it. For now, sleep up for tomorrow."

Bran nodded before giving a small smile before closing his eyes, drifting to sleep while Jason and Robb moved to leave the room, making sure to lock the door behind them. They'd head through the Great Keep for the main courtyard, taking the time to talk privately along the way.

"Do you have to leave tomorrow? We could all use your help considering how hectic the last week has been." Robb asked.

"Like to, but your father needs my help at the capital and your mother needs to be stopped before she does something rash."

"I understand. Still, I'd feel more confident with my duties having experienced others to advise me."

"Then here's some advice. Follow what you believe is right and best for people of the North, not what you believe your father would decide. You aren't like him no matter how you see it."

Robb didn't answer at first, giving only a nod and thoughtful look. "So take you'll be leaving early tomorrow?"

"yeah, We'll stay for breakfast and to say goodbye to Bran before heading out. Going to be hard to catch up to the royal convoy before it arrived at King's Landing."

"Heh, knowing you you'll get there early." Robb chuckled as the two strolled out into the yard, stopping out before the Great Keep. "Any way you best rest up. Doubt you'll get a chance for a soft bed for most of the road."

"Good advice on your part there," Jason remarked with a smirk. "See you tomorrow Robb." The two partway Jason heading for the Guest House and Robb back into the keep. The Surgebinder would return to the same room he had stayed in before, quickly getting to bed and sleeping well into the morning.