This time Bran was silent for a long time, slowly replaying her words over and over in his mind in an attempt to piece them together and make sense of what she was saying. For some reason he'd been drawn to her voice, even though he'd heard countless voices over the years, some with potential and some without. Why should he care if this girl was wasting her potential? He shouldn't, logically, because it was no fault but her own if she let such talent waste away.
Who did she think he was? Who was this Webber person, and what on earth did fairy tales and fables have to do with anything?
"I'm not here to scare you." Vague answers were the best, he concluded, until he could find out more about this building aside from its architecture - and about 1206. "I want to help you."