+ some wonderlands are kind

[ when bran stark addresses the network for the second time in his stay in wonderland, it is far more grave than it was the first. the youngest of the starks--now the middle child, through the strange mechanations of this place--looks deadly serious as he addresses the camera, though he does still nod his head in greeting. there's an obvious tension to his shoulders, even as he speaks. ]

Good people of Wonderland, I hope this message finds you well.

[ he hopes they are as good and kind as bran has so far been treated, and his fingers curl in his lap outside of the video, finding the cloak of one jojen reed, so far invisible to the camera, save for a couple of tufts of blonde hair. ] I come to you to ask for your help, and I'd be truly humbled if you would spare me a moment of your time.

Late last night, my companion became very ill, and though this is not uncommon, I fear that I-- [ his mouth draws tight for a second. ] I don't know how to treat it. He has a waking dream, where he begins to twitch and seize, and sometimes, foams here. [ bran reaches up and touches the corner of his mouth--the first sign of real emotion crosses his face beyond the princely facade he'd put on, eyebrows knitting together in serious concern. it becomes far more obvious that this child is just that; a child. ] Though he has woken, now, I don't know how to help him, and...I need someone to teach me, though I cannot offer much in return. He is very ill, and has been since his arrival here, I must--

[ "today is not the day I die, little lord" ] I cannot stand by while it happens.

[ bran looks off screen, swallowing a lump in his throat, and jojen murmurs something just loud enough for bran to hear--he returns to the camera and adds on; ] If Lady Rachel could hear me, I would like to speak with her as soon as possible, as Jojen has had a greendream.

Thank you, Wonderland. Thank you very much.

[ there's some fumbling and reaching, the video shakes, and then it clicks off. ]