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ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ʟɪᴠᴇs ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʙᴏɴᴇs
[ 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. ]
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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Did—?
[ She looks over her shoulder to find Zelos. ]
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Hm?
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[ fear gives way to relief on her face. ]
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[ My abandonment issues. Let me show you them. ]
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Uh- sure. I can stay for awhile.
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You are welcome to come inside. [AKA: let's not stay out here, sobbing in the hallway.]
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[YES GOOD PLAN. He'll follow them into their abode]
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[To Zelos:] Please. Sit. [Odd circumstances or no, he's still a guest, so she will still play the role of hostess.]
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Is Henry still here?
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He is.
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Thank you for bringing her here.