[It's not dignified, and he hates that anyone must seem him like this--but the taste of shame seems less bitter in the face of helping Primrose find her sister. If a knight were injured, he would not let that stop him from helping a lady. Bran is no knight, and his stupid crippled legs are not an injury, not truly--but he can still bear the slight shame of this, for Prim's sake.
So he takes her hand with a small smile. Summer knows without being told what to do--he comes around and stands beside Bran so he can grab hold of him, using both his grip on the direwolf's fur and on Prim's hand to pull himself up. It's hard work, but no harder than the beam he used to pull himself up in bed at Winterfell, and his arms are longer and stronger than they were then, too. He leans harder on Summer than on Prim, shifting so he can grab hold of her shoulder instead--for a moment, he thinks he might miss, but he grabs on just in time, hard.]
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[It's not dignified, and he hates that anyone must seem him like this--but the taste of shame seems less bitter in the face of helping Primrose find her sister. If a knight were injured, he would not let that stop him from helping a lady. Bran is no knight, and his stupid crippled legs are not an injury, not truly--but he can still bear the slight shame of this, for Prim's sake.
So he takes her hand with a small smile. Summer knows without being told what to do--he comes around and stands beside Bran so he can grab hold of him, using both his grip on the direwolf's fur and on Prim's hand to pull himself up. It's hard work, but no harder than the beam he used to pull himself up in bed at Winterfell, and his arms are longer and stronger than they were then, too. He leans harder on Summer than on Prim, shifting so he can grab hold of her shoulder instead--for a moment, he thinks he might miss, but he grabs on just in time, hard.]
Sorry--