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[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[When the video comes on, the view is skewed: if you look long enough, it may seem like you're looking at a small section of a blanket, possibly on a bed, and a fold of cloth to one sight. Up comes the camera after a moment and an in drawn breath, and the fold of cloth is one skinny leg, the blanket tucked on a bad. Only then does she turn the device around so she's visible.]

I'm-- [Arya Stark, she almost says, but she's afraid to. Last time there was Tyrion; last time there was Tywin. Better they should think she's dead. But there are people who she wants to know she's alive. She chews her lip a moment, and decides to forgo names all together.]

I'm looking for anyone from Westeros.

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[catelynstark]

Riverrun, with Robb. [She doesn't want to tell Arya about her father, about Bran and Rickon. She wants to spare her daughter the pain that presses against her chest during her every waking moment.

Little does she know that Arya has been through her own horrors.]

Your brother is a king now. [A hint of pride lifts the corner of her lips, even though the small smile is bittersweet.] And you, a princess.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Riverrun. Can she be saved, still, can Arya warn her away? She swallows hard, and thinks of what they did to her brother the king. Her eyes sting, and she fights the feeling back.]

I don't want to be a princess, [she mumbles, because it feels normal - it feels like something she should say. In the back of her mind, she remembers the stupid Frey boy at Harrenhal, who thought he'd marry a princess. Who cried when he found out he wouldn't. Because they'd kill their king instead.

Sadness gives way to anger, and makes everything easier.]

You can't leave Riverrun.

[catelynstark]

I must, eventually. [Oh, if she could, Catelyn would spend her days by the warm, rushing waters of the river, or looking out at the mountains from the highest towers of the castle. But the war isn't over, her duty isn't done, and her remaining children are scattered throughout Westeros.]

We must go to you. Once I tell Robb, no army can stop us from getting you back.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

No! [It comes out before she can stop it, and more follows. She knows the waif would shake her head at her, but she doesn't care, she doesn't care, she has to save her mother.]

You can't, you have to stay there, it's safe there!