“The gods give many gifts, Bran. My sister is a hunter. It is given to her to run swiftly, and stand so still she seems to vanish. She has sharp ears, keen eyes, a steady hand with net and spear. She can breathe mud and fly through trees. I could not do these things, no more than you could. To me the gods gave the green dreams, and to you… you could be more than me, Bran.” ― Bran I, A Storm of Swords.
“To Winterfell we pledge the faith of Greywater,” they said together. “Hearth and heart and harvest we yield up to you, my lord. Our swords and spears and arrows are yours to command. Grant mercy to our weak, help to our helpless, and justice to all, and we shall never fail you.”
“I swear it by earth and water,” said the boy in green.
“I swear it by bronze and iron,” his sister said.
“We swear it by ice and fire,” they finished together. ― Bran III, A Clash of Kings.
Bran frowned when a cough shook your body and Osha glanced
over at the two of you. you barely felt the blanket he’d pulled off his lap and
dropped over you, or heard Osha hurrying over to see if he needed help.
“She will not survive much longer without a Maester.” Bran muttered.