He let himself into Bran's room and approached the bed, glancing over at the dog before letting his gaze settle on Bran. It had been sufficiently difficult to have the dream talk with Catelyn, who had struggled to come to terms with it. It wasn't fair on her. But if Bran was having the same kinds of dreams, then there was very little explaining to be done and more support that he could offer.
Ned sat down on the edge of the bed, careful not to sit on his legs. Often they would tell him off for being clumsy and absent-minded, planting his heavy arse wherever he liked, but the fact that Bran couldn't feel anything in them sometimes slipped Ned's mind.