[Summer comes to her side immediately--first sniffing at the bit of ground that she patted, and then settling down beside her. And Bran would smile at that, pleased that Summer has taken so well to Prim--but her news is sad indeed, and he feels the sick pitch of his stomach. It isn't like realizing Arya and Alayne are gone, but it's similar, in a small way, and he tries to think of what to say.]

I'm sorry.

[Stupid, he scolds, he never wanted anyone to be sorry for him--and Prim wouldn't either--but what else can he say?]

We could look for her. Summer and I--Summer is very good at looking for things. He can smell very well. [But when Arya was gone, Bran just knew. Perhaps it is the same. So he frowns, and looks at the bit of floor between them.] I will help you however I can.