Bran's expression, turned backwards into memory rather than forwards towards Moiraine, almost resembles Owen's.

"Pridwen -- my lord Arthur's ship -- sailed out into the sky. We all stood waiting, Jane and her brothers and Will and I, and Merlion told us to look at the hill, and remember what we could -- and there was a singing. A strange crying out or an echo or some residue of a spell, I do not know what it was. And then Pridwen was gone, and not long after it was all gone, everything but a piece of a dream in Jenny's hand."