ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ʟɪᴠᴇs ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʙᴏɴᴇs

[wolfchild]

[ She stumbles into snow. The cold slices into her. Soaked, filthy, with travel-stained clothes turned almost to rags on her skinny frame and matted, tangled hair only just growing out again, she looks little like a girl, much less like the missing younger Stark daughter.

She sniffles and wipes her nose with the back of her hand. Her face is uncomfortably hot yet she's freezing. Her shivering near knocks her off her feet as she clambers up the steps. ]

My mother…

[ Arya feels her eyes fill with tears. She was going to find her mother and her brother. She was almost home. It wasn't fair. ]

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[bronwe]

[ Frodo does have a dagger, but it has seen no wear in his hands. ]

I'm sorry. [ For startling her, making her fall. He thinks he can understand paranoia, though no child should. He sits on the floor where he stood instead, and waits. ]

[wolfchild]

[ She glares at him until the cold becomes too much. Keeping a healthy distance between them, she rounds him to slip inside the castle. She peers over her shoulder to see if he followed. ]

[bronwe]

[ Frodo frowns, but he doesn't personally mind the glaring only what would cause any child to do so to a random stranger. He does stand up once she's passed but doesn't follow, only watches. ]

Did the fall hurt you?

[wolfchild]

No.

[bronwe]

[ He starts following then, keeping that distance and tugging at his cloak around himself. It is chilly! He speaks hesitantly. ]

You were calling for your mother.

[wolfchild]

[ Dully: ] My mother's dead.

[bronwe]

[ Frodo tries to catch up, keeping at least two steps away out of courtesy. He hardly remembers how it felt to lose parents. ]

Can I help you?

[wolfchild]

No. Go away.

[bronwe]

[ Not going away! Although he does slow his steps to allow her more distance. ]

I should only like to make amends.

[wolfchild]

Why? What've you done?

[bronwe]

Startled you. Made you fall.

[wolfchild]

If you really want to make amends, let me be.

[bronwe]

[ He frowns, then takes off his cloak to offer her. ]

Here, and then I'll leave you be.

[wolfchild]

[ She bites her lip. The biting cold alone makes her move to grab it. She draws away quick as a snake in case it had been a ploy to get her within knifepoint. Finding herself still alive an uninjured, she sighs. ]

...Thank you.

[bronwe]

[ Frodo widens his eyes a moment then draws back his hand. ]

Others have done the same for me.

[wolfchild]

[ She's curious, but not enough to remain to chat. She ties the cloak around her neck and leaves. ]

[bronwe]

[ He calls out after her. ] You will return it to me? My name is Frodo.

[ Because a name is an address too here and he doesn't remember his room number. ]