[... little kid or not- Bran's eyes widen, puzzling up at the girl in front of him. He's never seen someone so strangely-dressed, nor with such bright hair; for a moment, he thinks she must be a Targaryen, mystical and purple-eyed. But that's easily overcome, replaced with momentary affront.
He's not a little kid - he's nearly ten!]
I was hungry. [The reality of his meal starts to sink in slowly, just the barest tinge of something like shame, but he swallows it down. The hunger is foremost, and the plate in front of him holds the solution. And oddly, though some magic he's too distracted to examine, he gets the sense that this girl is hungry too.] It's all they had.
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He's not a little kid - he's nearly ten!]
I was hungry. [The reality of his meal starts to sink in slowly, just the barest tinge of something like shame, but he swallows it down. The hunger is foremost, and the plate in front of him holds the solution. And oddly, though some magic he's too distracted to examine, he gets the sense that this girl is hungry too.] It's all they had.