[The pull makes her hand tighten around Needle's hilt, and there's just a second of alarm - it was taken once, she'll never let it be taken again - but it stops, and she nods. Tugging the hoodie off, arms inside out, she tosses it down and then lays Needle on top of it. Nymeria sniffs at it idly, and Arya catches her big head between her hands, meeting her eyes for a moment. A second later, Nymeria runs off; she'll watch from the tree line for a while, unless she scents prey.
Metal gone, Arya turns to Vin, shifting the dagger between her hands before settling it in her left.]
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Metal gone, Arya turns to Vin, shifting the dagger between her hands before settling it in her left.]