[She heads out of the bathroom, over to the desk in the sparse room. She wishes up a glass of water, and what she thinks of when she thinks of warm, with meat, and good when you feel sick--soup. Well, it's more of a beef stew, with a good amount of potatoes and carrots and other things, but that's just her taste.
It was either that or a hamburger, and she doubts Arya's stomach would like that at the moment.]
Here. Take these pills, first, then eat up before I decide to eat your soup.
[All this wishing might bite her in the ass later, but oh well.]
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[She heads out of the bathroom, over to the desk in the sparse room. She wishes up a glass of water, and what she thinks of when she thinks of warm, with meat, and good when you feel sick--soup. Well, it's more of a beef stew, with a good amount of potatoes and carrots and other things, but that's just her taste.
It was either that or a hamburger, and she doubts Arya's stomach would like that at the moment.]
Here. Take these pills, first, then eat up before I decide to eat your soup.
[All this wishing might bite her in the ass later, but oh well.]