[ the skin feels tight and hot — nothing like what it should. she bites her lip. what would maester luwin have done? cold water. she casts about as if a stream would have miraculously sprung up. with nothing, she's momentarily stymied. ]
Wait. Just for a little — [ she pushes him away long enough to strip off her tunic. her undershirt is thin and not much protection, but it doesn't have to be. arya balls up the tunic and tosses it in nymeria's direction. ]
Go!
[ nymeria takes the garment between her jaws and disappears among the trees. arya wills nymeria to hurry.
shifting her attention to zelos, she tries to make herself a good pillow. he is very heavy, but arya grits her teeth and props him up.
what else? she wishes she had maester luwin with her. she wishes she had her mother. catelyn stark would know what to do. her mother remained with her children every time one fell ill. when she was really sick, one of her only comforts had been catelyn's hand stroking her hair.
hesitantly at first, then a little surer, arya strokes his hair away from his face. she hums one of her mother's lullabies under her breath. if something attacks, we're dead. arya falters in her song, then continues. come back quick, nymeria, she prays, you old gods let her come back quick. ]
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Wait. Just for a little — [ she pushes him away long enough to strip off her tunic. her undershirt is thin and not much protection, but it doesn't have to be. arya balls up the tunic and tosses it in nymeria's direction. ]
Go!
[ nymeria takes the garment between her jaws and disappears among the trees. arya wills nymeria to hurry.
shifting her attention to zelos, she tries to make herself a good pillow. he is very heavy, but arya grits her teeth and props him up.
what else? she wishes she had maester luwin with her. she wishes she had her mother. catelyn stark would know what to do. her mother remained with her children every time one fell ill. when she was really sick, one of her only comforts had been catelyn's hand stroking her hair.
hesitantly at first, then a little surer, arya strokes his hair away from his face. she hums one of her mother's lullabies under her breath. if something attacks, we're dead. arya falters in her song, then continues. come back quick, nymeria, she prays, you old gods let her come back quick. ]