He calls her

"Arya..." His voice let out. It seemed to have an effect on the person in front of him. Her expression revealing her surprise. The girl dropped her bowl, her hands were shaking.

"B-Bran? Bran is that you?" Her voice innocently asked. He saw her reach forward, as if to confirm that his existence was actually true. When she failed to touch him, her face changed into a look of despair and hopelessness.

The young lord couldn't hold himself anymore and embraced his sister. She smelled horrible. Her scent being a mixture of piss, shit, sweat and other fragrances he didn't want to know where they were from. But that didn't stop him.

"I found you! I've finally found you!" He croaked, realizing that he had tears in his eyes. He felt embarassed for crying like a child. His sister's face was also wet with her tears.

"Stop hugging me Bran, you'll get dirty as well." He heard her light-hearted chuckle. The young lord wrapped his arm around her legs and lifted his sister bridal style. He was scared of how light she felt. Arya wrapped her arms around his neck, they were so fragile for him.

"Wh-what are you doing?" His sister asked him, insecurity in her voice. She almost sounded like a beaten dog.

"Bringing you back home." He told the blind girl, trying to be strong for her.

And so he carried her away, leaving the guiding stick and her bowl behind.