Bran laughs weakly. "Good idea, that. And I will be all right," he adds, shaking his head at Wellard's proffered hand. Bran tries to push himself up to a vertical position, but when he puts weight on his hands, pain shoots through them. His head spins.

Laughing again, Bran says, "Would you mind helping me up after all?" With Wellard's aid, Bran finally stands. "Diolch yn fawr."