Even at near death she was demanding. Bronn supported her body with his own as a Maester came running towards Brienne doing his best to treat her wounds with where they were and what they had at hand. “I’m alive” He said at first, trying to ease the tension he was feeling by how the Lady-Knight was staring at him, so intensely. Who had lived and who had died…Bronn couldn’t count the number of bodies that lay dead. Truly dead and never to rise again.
“Arya suffered the wors’ wounds protecting Sansa, whose fine as one could hope. The dragon bitch is no more, almost survived but the ice gave way–she was dragged under by another dead man.” Bronn paused as he thought back on who he had seen alive. “I don’t know about our Lannsister men or Snow. Tyrion and Jaime…I have a feeling those bastards are alive. Jus’ haven’t seen ‘em yet.”
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