" I´ll look for the paths"
"I´ll do that then"
"No, you won´t" and after saying that, she stood up and walked away from the group. Jojen also stood up, went closer to Bran and looked at him, through him.
"Looks like I´ll have to take care of you".
"No" Bran´s face was mixed up with different feeling that not even Jojen could understand. "You´ll watch over me. I can take care of myself".
"As you wish" was everything the seer said before turning and watching thoughtlessly at the forest, at the littlest Stark playing with his dire wolf and at Summer looked everything just as himself, is that what Bran sees?, he thought before noticing Hodor running towards them as fast as it looks like he could. What is happening? But who was going to read his mind? He realized he was thinking and the pronounced the words desperately to come out. "What is happening Hodor?" But there was no response. Just the look of Hodor´s scared face on the mud because he just, fell. Oh god he fell, who´s going to carry Bran now? What is happening?
"Hodor are you ok?" It was his sister the one that managed to speak something.
"Hodor" he said shaking his head.
"Can you walk?"
"Hodor" he said, nodding this time.
"What is happening?"
"Hodor" Jojen followed his hand trying to point backwards, when he heard what was happening. There they are´s were all he managed to understand before her sister were calling everybody to get deeper in the forest.
"Jojen you´ll have to carry Brandon now"
"No – I mean, I can´t"
"Jojen please step your feelings aside. This is an important situation, so stop acting like a girl with a crush and act like the man you are"
Everyone were already running and he knew that Meera was right, that he should stop being like that that she said, and more like he actually is, a warrior. He placed his arms down, handing them to Bran who tried to pull himself up, Jojen helping him, the little prince managed to put and arm around his waist, when that happened the seer shivered a little but controlled that easily, Bran´s other arm around his neck and he carrying him with both arms, strong arms, the prince thought.
He ran.
He ran carrying the person – now knew – that he loved and ran with everything behind him, leaving everything, Bran must have felt the same because when they finally escaped, their fingers were interlaced as if made for each other. When the seer realized that, he smiled widely at Bran and the prince did the same. He knew he was corresponded maybe not with love yet, but that was enough by now.