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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[wolfchild]

[ Considering she weighs 90 lbs wet, probably. Arya stands still so Steph can wrap it around her. She bites on her lip as she waits. ]

[secondchances]

[Steph wraps it around her.]

There we go.

[wolfchild]

Are there always clothes in the rooms?

[secondchances]

Not the empty ones. You can wish up something in your size, or I can do it for you.

[Since wishing can have some negative results. Steph tries to avoid it when she can, but she's not that strict with herself, or in unusual circumstances.]

[wolfchild]

I don't like wishing. I'll just get a blanket.

[secondchances]

I'll do the wishing, then. What do you want to wear?

[wolfchild]

Tunic. Breeches.

[secondchances]

[Tunic and breeches coming up. Once they're dropped into Steph's arms, she holds them out for Arya.]

Anything else?

[wolfchild]

[ Arya holds the towel closed to her with one hand and takes the clothes with the other. ]

Smallclothes too, I guess.

[secondchances]

Smallclothes? [But her clothes ARE tiny!]

[wolfchild]

Yes. Smallclothes? You wear them under your clothes.

[ She cants her head. You wear underwear, right, Steph? Is that another thing modern people don't do anymore? ]

[secondchances]

Oh! Oh, we call that underwear in my time. Sorry about that.

[She grins, sheepishly, and wishes them up. Yup, underthings. She hands them to Arya.

And yes. She always wears underwear.]

[wolfchild]

[ Arya smiles slightly. She finishes drying herself off and dresses quickly. She rocks on her feet. ]

What now?

[secondchances]

We can either keep looking for your room, or... whatever you want. [Arya looks somewhat better now, cleaned up, but Steph's still reluctant to let her be on her own just yet. Still, she offers.]

I can leave you alone, if that's what you want, or I can hang around a bit longer.

[wolfchild]

Do you know a maester? ...doc-tor? [ That's the name, right? ]

[secondchances]

A doctor? What's wrong?

[wolfchild]

I'm sick. I've had a fever for a few days. I told the Hound except he thought I was lying.

[secondchances]

Anything else aside from a fever?

[She lifts a hand, intending to touch area's forehead.]

Coughing, sneezing, aches, stuff like that?

[wolfchild]

[ She stays still. ]

All of that.

wow did I really type AREA instead of ARYA... >:(

[secondchances]

[She feel her forehead, gently. All that time living with a doctor and helping her with her patients pays off when Steph least expects it. Arya doesn't seem to be dying of some weird medieval plague or whatever, so it's probably just a bug.]

Loss of appetite or stomach aches? Vomiting?

rofl I didn't even notice

[wolfchild]

No.

[ Give her some children's Tylenol and something warm to eat and she'll be fine. ]

typos, typos everywhere

[secondchances]

That's good.

[She drops her hand.]

We can probably skip the doctor. We'll give you something for the gross symptoms, and once you get to your room you can try sleeping it off. It'll pass.

[She'll wish up some kid-appropriate meds, glad she won't have to bring Watson a disease-riddled kid. That would leave a weird impression, after men with gunshot wounds and twisted ankles.]

What's one of your favorite things to eat? [Asks while struggling momentarily with the child lock on the pill bottle.]

[wolfchild]

I'll eat anything. [ A pause. ] Something warm. With meat. All I've had to eat is hard bread and cheese.

[secondchances]

Definitely doable.

[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.]

[wolfchild]

[ An eyebrow pulls up. ]

Am I meant to eat it…? [ HOW DO I PILLS ]