[Bran watches her from a few yards away, his eyes wide with admiration and something close to want - it's been so long since he was able to hold a bow, atop his beloved horse. Dancer lies dead in the ruins of Winterfell, and he imagines that his bow burned as well. But watching Riona, he's taken right back to the day Robb sat him atop his new saddle, and gave him back his freedom.]
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You're a good archer.