[for Bran]

[oddly_literal]

When she'd woken up to snow, Anya's first thoughts had been about her clothes. Well, at least she was honest. Her second had been about the sheep. She'd hurried to the clothes box, grabbing a jacket that made her look like the michelen man, a hat and gloves and boots and thrown them on before running to the sheep enclosure

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[branbach]

Bran sits up, blinking, rubbing at his eyes in sleepy confusion. "Beth syn bod?" he mumbles.

Cafall, though, bolts awake as soon as Anya enters, his ears perked and his tail straight. From Alex's bed on the other side of the room, Cof lifts her head with a little whine.

[oddly_literal]

"The sheep! I need help!" Not that Anya has any idea what he's said, though she practically drags him out of bed.

[branbach]

And that is when it becomes very obvious indeed that Bran is a farm boy, because bewildered grogginess is replaced almost immediately by purpose as he reaches for his jeans. "They're birthing?"

[oddly_literal]

"Yes!" Of course! Why else would she be bursting into his room all panicked like this? "The sheep!"

She can't manage to say any of that though.