You and Jojen had met over the past few months and had been travelling through the forest and cold winters alongside Bran.

Last night something happened to you. You were fine one minute and the next, clutching at your chest struggling to breath, for a few minutes. Jojen was greatly concerned and so was Bran.

Just you and him went out together this morning on a hunt.

"I heard Bran say that it was your eighth attack last night, what does he mean by that?" he asks confused and concerned.