The song was meaningless without emotion, without feeling - music was so much more than just words accompanied by the chords of a piano or the mournful wail of a violin. She could sing, he knew that - the voice that led him here was proof of that - but she needed to remember what he'd taught her, even if he couldn't remember when or even why he'd taught her in the first place. But this was just a dream, wasn't it?
Bran found his own eyes closing as he listened to her sing, nearly suffocated by a mixture of satisfied pride and longing. She might give him her voice for these brief moments, but there was him to consider, that interfering fool who he knew she thought about. What was his name, and why did it seem to escape him?
It wasn't her best, but he was pleased nonetheless - the emotion was there, but she'd held herself back. Was it the meaning the song held, that seemed to speak directly to him? Oh, he wanted her to feel guilty for leaving him, even though he'd let her go because... because she could never give him what he wanted and he loved her regardless. She should have hated him and yet she was here at his side, singing as she had all those times in the past, for him and only him.
"If I let you leave, would you come back?" The question seems to take a life of its own, hanging in the air between them and demanding an answer. If she was simply going to go and never, ever return to him; well, he would have to find a way to make her stay.