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[When the video comes on, the focus is immediately on a toy. A bobblehead, to be precise. The figure is all in black, with a little beard and mustache. Arya puts the camera down and steps back so she's visible.]

I didn't wish for dolls. And I think this one's head is broken. Look.

[She pokes toy-Jon's head, setting it to wobbling. She lets it go for a few seconds before closing her hand over it carefully. She'll make fun of it, but she doesn't want it to break. Even if it doesn't look much like Jon.]

Does anyone have something to put a map on a wall? [She doesn't chew her lip, though she would had that habit not been mostly broken.] I want to hang this, [she sets the bobblehead down, picks up a map of Westeros so big that it doesn't quite fit in her arm span,] but I don't have nails.

[Private to Alec]

I'm tired of waiting. What can you teach me?

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We'll start with something small, I think. Let you get a feel for things. Of course this has to be done out of plain view; do you know anywhere that's safe?

The CES. I can go in whenever I like. [It was Jesse's parting gift, that and his blue prints, and she doesn't much like thinking about him, about how far away he is now. But it's been a useful gift.]

We can stay out of sight there.

I won't ask how you managed that. [in case he gets caught and questioned, but he doesn't elaborate. The words 'I won't ask' are usually enough to show solidarity, where he's from.]

When shall I meet you there?

Later today. After dinner?

[She eats his trust up, because it comes from a mouth placed in that face, with that voice. She knows the difference, but it's still hard not to want his approval.]

I'll be there with bells on.

[He can tell there's some fascination there, but hasn't got the slightest clue why this brusque child would show it toward him. Maybe she's just lonely? Missing her home? It makes no sense to him, but he's more than happy to seize it.]

[She'll realize how much of her hand she's tipping eventually, but for now, she gives him a smile and dials off.

Later, though, after dinner, she waits on the Deck, sitting on a bench facing the door while Nymeria sniffs around. Her eyes follow the direwolf, rather than stare at the door, waiting for him to appear. Even though she wants to.]

[ The direwolf makes him pause, once he's through the doorway. But it's a brief pause, a dangling step that lands a second later. He isn't armed, and the wolf is huge, but he sees Arya and she's not the least bit afraid of it ]

Your pal, I take it?

[She stands when she spots Alec, which is more or less the second he opens the door. She knows what he's looking at without tracking his gaze, and smiles a little at his phrasing.]

Yes. She's my friend.

[Not her pet. Nymeria looks over, but she doesn't come running over to inspect him. She's not a dog, after all.]

Come on.

[From her pocket she pulls a collar, and heads for the stairs.]

[He had meant it in his usual almost-genial way; but that she answers with 'my friend' sticks in his mind. Good to know. He'll remember the phrasing. He follows her easily, as if he's been letting her take the lead for more than just an hour]

What's that-?

[Nodding at the collar]

It's our key.

[Nymeria comes behind them, at her own pace but eager enough to reach the CES. When Arya stops in front of the door to the uppermost deck, Nymeria pushes her way past Alec to nose at the collar, then the door.]

Watch.

[She lifts it to the handle, and though there's no audible click, she's able to open the door and push it open. Nymeria takes off immediately, off to run and hunt and all the things that Arya loved about her wolf dreams. She steps inside, and holds the door for Alec.]

It was a gift. [She stuffs it away in her pocket.]

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