Rhaena stood by Bran's bedside, gazing down at him as he slept. No, this was not sleep. It was worse than that. If it were a mere sleep she could reach out and wake him. This was something that clung to him like a leech and refused to relent its grasp. Bran was locked in another world whilst his broken body remained here where his parents and his siblings mourned for him. His legs lay crooked and bent at unnatural angles, his breaths were soft and barely audible as the maester worked hard to keep him alive. His mother Catelyn wept by his side, tears streaming down his face as all others stood solemn and grave. Rhaena could not stop from shaking or tear her eyes from Bran, willing for him to wake up. "He never falls." Robb spoke quietly beside her, though Rhaena still could not look away from Bran but she keenly felt Robb's distress and so silently moved her hand closer to his, allowing their skin to touch before taking hold of his hand and instantly felt his grasp lock around hers as he struggled to breathe.

"He did today." The maester replied softly as he poured a liquid down Bran's throat carefully. "I cannot tell you whether or not he we live. But I have done all I can." Rhaena's heart throbbed in despair.

"Thank you, maester. I shall stay with him tonight." Lord Stark spoke, his voice tight with remorse as he took a seat beside his sobbing wife and held her, ready to watch over his son all through the night. Taking a deep breath Rhaena forced herself to tear her eyes away from Bran in order to look to the other siblings who all stood in shocked silence, some of them crying whilst some merely looked around in confusion, not entirely understanding the pain and sadness which surrounded them. Namely Rickon. Placing her hand against Robb's shoulder she freed her fingers from his in order to go over to Sansa, Arya and Rickon and began to direct them away so that Bran could rest peacefully with his parents and the maester watching over him. Robb followed her lead, silent and pale as Rhaena lifted Rickon into her arms in order to carry him away, assuming the role of the caregiver as Lady Catelyn could not leave Bran's side.

"Come little one."

"Why is Bran still sleeping?" Rickon asked with a frown of confusion as he naturally wound his arms around Rhaena's neck and settled against her, allowing her to carry him away with the others in order to take them to their rooms.

"Because Bran is very tired after his fall, little one. He needs to recover his strength." Satisfied with this answer though still uncertain as to what was going on around him, Rickon settled against Rhaena's body and began to suckle on his thumb for comfort as she herded the children through the door and away from Bran's room. Only Jon was not there. Not because he did not wish to be, but because he did not wish to further Lady Catelyn's distress and his presence may have been the spark that set her ablaze. He stood at the bottom of the stairs, waiting patiently and the moment he saw the other children descending he leaped to his feet and looked at them expectantly. For a moment Rhaena said nothing, glancing from Robb to Sansa however Robb was still in too great a shock to speak and Sansa was presently clutching at Rhaena's arm and sobbing into her shoulder. "Bran is unconscious. The maester has done all that he can for him so now all we can do is pray and wait for him to wake soon." Jon looked as wretched as the rest of them. "Come, I think we could all do with some warm milk and honey before bed. We all need some rest, I think." No one argued and so Rhaena began to take care of everyone as best as she was able to whilst Jon and Robb merely followed her silently.

They all descended into the kitchen where the cook and servants jumped to prepare the sweet drink for the little ones to settle their nerves, fluttering about them and offering other treats to try and tempt them though no one other than Rickon felt hungry. He was allowed a single sugar biscuit to have with his drink and once he was done Rhaena wiped the froth and crumbs from his mouth then stood with him in order to take him to bed. She did not leave until Jon and Robb knew to take care of Sansa and Arya until she returned, thinking that the girls would most likely need some comforting as Sansa at least was still crying. By the time Rhaena had reached Rickon's room the child was fast asleep upon her shoulder and his nanny quickly set about helping Rhaena to settle him in bed. "Thank you miss, I'll be sure to stay with the little master. Likely he'll cry in the night." The nurse informed Rhaena who nodded her head.

"Thank you, madam. I am certain Lord and Lady Stark appreciate your care and kindness." Blushing sweetly, the nurse closed the door as Rhaena turned away in order to go back to the kitchen where she then took charge of the girls. Arya insisted that she was alright and perfectly able to sleep alone however Sansa practically begged for Rhaena to stay with her, bursting into tears all over again. Unable to refuse and not in a mind to do so anyway, Rhaena embraced Sansa to calm her before then turning to Arya, giving her a smile and a kiss to her cheek. "You are very brave, little wolf. Sleep well, may the gods bless you with pleasant dreams." Brightening a little to being called brave, Arya nodded her head before dashing away, scampering like a cat to her room.

"I'll check on her in a while." Jon promised as Rhaena then looked to the two older boys. Robb had recovered some of his senses now, looking at Rhaena as he thanked her for helping with the younger ones, but she waved off his thanks and assured him that it was no trouble at all. Now all was to be done was to look after Sansa, and both boys agreed that this required a more delicate and womanly touch than either of them could give and left their sister to Rhaena's care. She brought Sansa back to her room and helped her to wash her face, brush her hair and prepare for bed whereby they lay down and Sansa wriggled in closer for comfort. They were quiet for a long time, no noise other than the crackling fire touching the walls until finally, Sansa spoke.

"Bran never falls." Turning her head slightly, Rhaena noted that Robb had said the exact same thing just earlier. Bran himself had also claimed to her rather firmly that he never fell when climbing. Perhaps this was why it was such a shock to everyone. Not only that their brother was in danger of dying, but because he had fallen when everyone had naturally assumed that such a thing was impossible. "Never. This is so unlike him. Maybe it was a little more slippery than he first believed?" She whispered and Rhaena could hear that there were fresh tears rising to her eyes.

"I do not know." Rhaena shook her head but hugged her friend, stroking her hair soothingly. Soon enough Sansa was asleep but the silver haired girl lay awake long into the night with her mind whirling with thoughts and fears. She prayed to the gods to spare Bran from death and let him wake soon because to look ahead and think that Bran would never open his eyes or smile at her again was more painful than Rhaena could describe. She would never hear him beg her for another story or a song, never again chase him through the castle or over the grounds with his wolf pup bounding at his heels, barking to betray where he was hiding so that she could catch him. Now that Sansa was sleeping and there was only herself to witness her weakness, Rhaena began to cry quietly to herself whilst clamping down upon her fist and bite down into her own flesh. If the gods were real and they ignored the tear-filled prayers of a girl begging for a boy's survival, then they would be heartless indeed.