Bran couldn't believe it either. It had been so long since he'd seen any of his family. Both his parents and his sisters were gone by the time he woke, along with Jon. Robb had left soon after leaving him with just Rickon and they'd departed who knows how long ago. So despite usually hating Arya's treatment of his hair, he allowed it for now. He was in a strange land but he had some family and it meant everything to him.

Once he'd been disentangled from his sister, he reached out to give Nymeria some attention as well. Until Arya's words sunk in. "Summer's here?" Having his own direwolf would be a comfort here. He could roam in Summer's skin and feel free even if he wasn't.

Realising what Arya was doing, and what the wheeled chair was capable of, he showed her the map. "I think I'm supposed to go here?" Would that be where Summer was? Or other members of their family? It was almost too much to hope for after everything that had already happened.