[ A mean little voice sounding oddly like Sansa asks, for how long. Arya quashes it and smiles at the tabletop.
She is too. More than she can say. It's a relief to be here. To have as much food as she can eat and a bed piled high with furs. To feel her mother's kisses again and and have her friends close by. And Sansa too she supposes. ]
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She is too. More than she can say. It's a relief to be here. To have as much food as she can eat and a bed piled high with furs. To feel her mother's kisses again and and have her friends close by. And Sansa too she supposes. ]
Even when I steal half your bed?