[ arya hadn't bothered fighting her way in. it wasn't worth it. nymeria had grown nervous and aggressive before they got close to silverglen; the animosity aimed their way only upset the direwolf further. arya escaped into the sanctuary of the trees before things got worse.
there, keeping to the shadows and moving as quiet as one, she finds a game to play with nymeria: fetch. the wolf is too clever by half, though, so when she stops chasing the stick, arya knows she found something.
that something turns out to be zelos. kaneis, she reminds herself quickly. she's not to call him by his other name and he won't say hers.
she thinks him trying to find something, but the picture is odd. arya only spoke to him once, but he seemed to her like sansa: unwilling to get dirty and quick to complain about anything arduous. he looks like a dying man. her heart clenches in sudden fear. arya doesn't think; she runs to him. ]
What's wrong? [ a thread of panic winds through her voice. she thinks to touch him, but she doesn't know where he's hurt. ] Are you injured? Are you dying?
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there, keeping to the shadows and moving as quiet as one, she finds a game to play with nymeria: fetch. the wolf is too clever by half, though, so when she stops chasing the stick, arya knows she found something.
that something turns out to be zelos. kaneis, she reminds herself quickly. she's not to call him by his other name and he won't say hers.
she thinks him trying to find something, but the picture is odd. arya only spoke to him once, but he seemed to her like sansa: unwilling to get dirty and quick to complain about anything arduous. he looks like a dying man. her heart clenches in sudden fear. arya doesn't think; she runs to him. ]
What's wrong? [ a thread of panic winds through her voice. she thinks to touch him, but she doesn't know where he's hurt. ] Are you injured? Are you dying?