[Of all the stories that he has heard of other worlds, Bran has learned that none of them are safe or easy. There are some safer than others, yet each still has its dangers. He isn't a stupid child, so he knew that already--but it's different to hear it, and different, too, to see the sadness on Prim's face. There are people who deserve easy and safe worlds. Prim is one of them. Maybe a knight would go back with her, to Panem. Maybe a knight would stop people from killing her friends, and would carry the broken children to maesters and houses of healing, to be tended and cared for.

But Bran is no knight. He can only look at Prim, stupidly, and feel sad for her and for the people of her world. There is sadness in Westeros too, but it only makes him sadder still for Prim, that she would have to feel any of that.]

When you go back home-- [He looks down at the robotic legs, ducking his head a little so he need not meet her eyes.] When you really go back home, I mean--when they figure out how to send us back. I think you should take my robotic legs with you.

[He had thought of taking them--would it even be possible? But if it was, then Prim should have them, for some broken boy back in District Twelve.]

They will better help someone in Panem. Someone can study them and learn how they were made, and then they will have robotic legs for the crippled children very soon. That would be good, wouldn't it?