“Come swim with me!” Bran calls, he’s paddling around sloppily in the pools of the godswood. Without his legs he has to work twice as hard with his arms but he can still swim. “Meera’s coming soon too! She’s just sparring with the Walders right now.”
Jojen hesitates for a moment, but the water looks nice, so he nods. “Alright,” he says and gets up from where he was sitting leaned against a tree. He hurries to take of his shirt and trousers, then joins Bran in the water. It’s cold, but it only takes him a short while to get used to it, and soon he’s swimming along with Bran.











