Can’t walk properly, but he can still walk. -glares off to the side- You think that’s what my father thought of me? Or my brother? -looks back up to him, his eyes wide in concern- I know they wouldn’t say it to me… -shakes his head- I don’t need extra help though…I’ve got Hodor to carry me around, and other than that, I don’t need anything done for me.
*grins at his determination* You aren’t the burden, Bran. I’m trying to explain that their are differences among families. Your father would look at you, see you can’t walk and tell you all the ways you could still ride a horse. My brother, capable of walking, of riding better than half of Westeros, would only be told he ought not step in the saddle with his poor foot. The reason I bring it up, is to clear the air and to figure out how strong you are, young Brandon. *smiles* You’re The Builder incarnate, I’m sure.