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[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[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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Re: Spam;

[halfofeverything]

[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]

Spam;

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

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.]