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. ]

Comments

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 ]

[secondchances]

You swallow it. With a mouthful of water, to help it go down. It'll make you feel better.

[wolfchild]

Without chewing?

[ Um. Okay. The first time is a failure, but she manages to get it down on her second try. She makes a face. ]

[secondchances]

No chewing, it's gross if you do. [Steph mirrors that face.]

[wolfchild]

When does it work?

[secondchances]

Soon. You'll feel better after you eat. [She pulls out the desk chair. Sit!]

[wolfchild]

[ She is a wolf, not a dog, she does not obey—okay she's sitting. ]

What is it?

[secondchances]

[Even wolves can't resist delicious food.]

Beef stew. It's good, I swear. [She pushes in her chair for her. If Arya doesn't like it, there's something seriously wrong here.]

[wolfchild]

[ She would be more concerned about poison than taste. After several weeks of hunger, even raw meat looked appetizing. Cooked meat was a luxury not often afforded. ]

Is this your favorite meal?

[ After that question, Arya focuses on filling her mouth. She almost inhales the soup. Her stomach had forgotten what it was like to feel full. ]

[secondchances]

I like it a lot, but it's not my favorite. My favorite meal is waffles--but that's a breakfast thing. Maybe we'll get breakfast sometime, when you're settled.

[Ugh, poor Arya. Steph frowns.]

Don't forget to breathe.

[wolfchild]

I'm breathing! I'm hungry.

[secondchances]

Eat too fast and your stomach is really going to hurt.

[wolfchild]

[ Chastened, she slows down. She still manages to make the food disappear in no time. And with that done— ]

What are waffles?

[secondchances]

It's like... a sweet sort of bread with little squares pressed into it from the way it's made. Good for holding syrup or chocolate.

[wolfchild]

It's good with chocolate?

[ Bunnymund got her hooked on chocolate. Time will tell whether he'll come to regret it. ]

[secondchances]

It's awesome with chocolate.

[wolfchild]

I want to try them. I'll have to look for them.

[secondchances]

Hey, you can't have waffles without me.

[wolfchild]

Bet I could. All of them with all the chocolate.

[secondchances]

Maybe you won't eat them right.

[wolfchild]

How stupid must you be to not eat right?