[At that, Bran does look up. There are few who would believe him in Westeros. But here--there are so many types of magic here. It is not so hard for people to believe.]

About my home. I wonder if it would work here. I can-- [He hesitates, and knits his fingers through the thick ruff of fur at Summer's neck. He should guard his tongue, mind his words, but these are all things he has been thinking of without the chance to say.] There are other things I can do, here. But if there were some way I could know things that would happen--or even things that had happened, before-- that would help, wouldn't it?

But I think the ship would want to keep those things from us.