Hera Nyvell walked towards Bran chamber, excitement bubbling up inside of her. Bran had awoken not long ago, just after Lady Catelyn had left Winterfell. She was excited to finally speak to him again, for she had truly missed him. Just as she appeared outside his chamber, so did Robb.

"First time seeing him?" He asked curiously.

Hera nodded. "I wanted to prepare what I was going to say."

Robb's lips lifted up into a small smile. "Trust me, he would be happy even if you didn't talk." Hera lifted an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. She looked at the door, waiting for Robb to enter first. "Ladies first" Robb said while gesturing towards the door.

Old Nan was sitting at the side of Bran's bed, telling Bran a tale. Bran's eyes were wide as he listened to the old woman. "What are you telling him now?" Robb jokingly asked, making their presence known. Bran's eyes snapped to Robb and Hera, instantly relaxing. Hera walked over to the other side of his bed, a smile covering her face. She sat down on his bed before leaning over and kissing his forehead.

"I'm glad you're okay" she whispered so that only Bran heard it. He had lost the use of his legs from the fall, and he would never walk again. Hera knew that it crushed him, especially since his dream was to become a soldier.

"Only what the little Lord wants to hear" Old Nan answered Robb. Robb nodded slowly.

"Get your supper, I want some time with him." Old Nan left the chamber after that, leaving only three people left in the chamber.

Robb sat down where Old Nan had sat, smiling softly at Bran. "One time she told me the sky is blue because we live inside the eye of a blue-eyed giant called Macomber." He attemted to lighten Bran's mood, but it didn't seem to work.

"Maybe we do" Bran answered quietly.

Robb lifted his blue eyes, meeting Hera's green ones. They shared a sad look. They both felt really bad for Bran, and they wanted to help him feel better.

"How do you feel? You still don't remember anything?" Robb asked, recieving a shake of the head from Bran. Robb sighed. "I've seen you climb a thousand times. In the wind, in the rain... A thousand times. You never fall."

"I did though." Bran looked down at his legs, a sad expression taking over his face. "It's true isn't it? What Maester Luwin says about my legs?" He looked up at Robb and Hera for an answer. Hera nodded her head slowly, a grim expression taking over her face.

"I'd rather be dead."

Hera's eyes snapped to Bran's face, seeing his face void of emotion. Shock rippled through her whole body. She couldn't believe what she just heard him say. A big lump formed in her throat as she glanced at Robb who looked devastated to hear what his brother said.

"Don't ever say that" Robb exclaimed, his eyes wide. Bran didn't waver, insted keeping his eyes on Robb's face as he spoke again.

"I'd rather be dead."

*

Tyrion Lannister had arrived at Winterfell requesting a meeting with Lord Stark. Which would now be Robb, considering Eddard Stark was in King's Landing.

Hera sat at Robb's left side at the high table. She watched as Tyrion walked into the room, his eyes roaming all around the room. Robb was glaring at him, Hera noticed. He blamed the Lannister's for Bran's fall, everyone knew that.

Tyrion stopped in the middle of the room, glancing up at Robb, then at Hera. He felt slightly uncomfortable under their heavy stares. Robb was glaring at him, while Hera was looking at him with a face void of any emotion.

"I must say I recieved a slightly warmer welcome on my last visit" Tyrion said, not taking his eyes off Robb.

"Any man of the Night's Watch is welcome at Winterfell." Robb answered.

Tyrion quirked an eyebrow as he let a sarcastic smile take over his face. "Any man of the Night's Watch, but not I, eh boy?" Hera looked at Robb, to see that his face had hardened, and he was clearly feeling irritated.

"I'm not your boy, Lannister. I'm Lord of Winterfell while my father is away." Robb nearly spat out. Hera adverted her eyes to the table.

"Then you might learn a Lord's curtesy" Tyrion remarked.

Hera's eyes snapped up to the entrance when she heard a door open. Bran was being carried into the room by Hodor, a giant of a man. Bran still had the somber look on his face. They stopped in front of Tyrion, who looked at Bran with wide eyes.

"So it's true" he said shocked. "Hello, Bran. Do you remember anything of what happened?"

"He doesn't remember anything from that day" Hera spoke up. Tyrion looked up at her for a couple of seconds, their eyes meeting, before he looked back to Bran.

"Curious" he muttered.

Robb sighed from where he sat in the Lord's seat. "Why are you here?" he asked Tyrion impatiently. Tyrion ignored him, instead keeping his eyes on Bran.

"Would your charming companion be so kind to kneel? My neck is beginning to hurt."

"Kneel, Hodor" Bran mumbled. Hodor obligied, and soon, Bran was almost at the same hight as Tyrion.

"Do you like to ride Bran?"

"Yes, well, I did like to" Bran's eyes casted to the floor.

"The boy has lost the use of his legs" Maester Luwin commented.

Tyrion lifted an eyebrow. "What of it? With the right horse and saddle, even a cripple can ride."

Bran instantly looked up from the floor, his eyes hard. "I'm not a cripple."

Tyrion made a sarcastic shocked face as he gasped. "Then I'm not a dwarf! My father will rejoice to hear it." He pulled a scroll out from his cloak, holding it out for Bran. "I have a gift for you. Give that to your saddler. He'll provide the rest. You must shape the horse to the rider. Start with a yearling and teach it to respond to the reins and to the boy's voice."

Bran's brown eyes filled a new spark of hope, a small smile appearing on his lips. "Will I really be able to ride?"

Tyrion nodded. "You will. On horseback, you will be as tall as any of them."

Hera had to admit, she didn't really like Tyrion Lannister. But after he had given Bran the gift, and given him hope again, Hera had gotten a new sense of respect for the small man. Maybe not all Lannisters are bad people.

"Is this some kind of trick? Why do you want to help him?" Robb's voice rang out through the big room.

Tyrion turned around and looked up at him. "I have a soft spot in my heart for cripples, bastards and broken things." His eyes moved to Hera, and she gave him a small smile.

"You've done my brother a kindness. The hospitality of Winterfell is yours." Robb said, his face calmer than before.

Tyrion scoffed slightly, but not loud enough for anyone but Bran to hear. "Spare me your false courtesies, Lord Stark. There's a brothel outside your walls. There I'll find a bed, and both of us can sleep easier."

Everyone watched as Tyrion Lannister walked out of the room, his stance as prideful as always. Hera's eyes moved to Bran, who held the scroll in his hands, a smile covering his face. His hopeful smile gave her hope as well.

Maybe things will go back to the way they were before his fall.