Bran seemed to stiffen slightly as that particular house name was mentioned. "I pray for that too." He said, quietly.

"To anyone who would speak ill of you. She says you're a good man. And I trust my sister."

Bran stopped at the bridge and, after waiting for Tyrion to catch up, knelt down so he was no longer taller than the dwarf. He didn't tower over him like men grown, but he wanted to be face to face when he asked this of the man. "Tell me truthfully, is my sister right? Where would your allegiance lie if our prayers are not answered?" He wanted to believe Sansa but after everything he'd heard, and his own experience, he wanted to be sure he was doing the right thing.