No

Bran was so close. So, so close. His fingertips brushed her back, but he didn't leap far enough. He fell to the ground, his face landing in the dirt.

Giggling, Arya disappeared into the stables, her laughter wounding Bran's pried. Slowly, he got to his feet, any hope of catching Arya gone. Brushing the dirt off his shirt, he contemplated what he would do with the rest of the day. He hoped to avoid Arya, Robb, and Theon, fearing the embarrassment.